I get really uncomfortable when people act like we did something amazing in adopting Little Bear. The new director of religious education gushed over our adoption story. I wanted to squirm.
Let me state for the record that we aren't special. Hell, half the time I don't even think I'm a very good parent. I lose my cool. I vacillate between too tough and too soft. Some days all I want to do is read a book and sometimes I hide in the bathroom so I can get 5 minutes of peace. I tune out the kids when they make too much noise and I use the TV as a babysitter so I can make dinner.
See not special, but I sure got a special kid.