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.