Today in class we were asked to write to our moms on why we’re thankful for them. At first I thought it were silly because you’re always telling me, Pey and Elle how much you’re thankful for us and how we complete your life. But Mrs. Cashman said I had to dig deep in my thoughts and write something down so you could read it on Mother’s Day.
I never knew what it was like to have a mom until I met you. Even though I’m not “yours” like the way Peyton and Elle are, you don’t look at me any differently. You do my laundry, make my dinner and make sure my homework is done. You let me know when I’m misbehaving and when I’m being really good. You always include me in everything that you do with the twins and never make me feel like I’m not part of your family. Most importantly, you call me your son.
Someone asked in class what it’s like to be adopted and I couldn’t tell them until now. For me, being adopted means that I have a really real family. I have a mom, dad and two sisters, and maybe a dog if you and dad will let us have one. I have family dinners and backwards day. I have someone that is there when I come home from school and she’s there when I scrape my knees after crashing on my skateboard to make the pain go away. I have a mom who makes sure my hair is combed and my teeth are brushed. Those things may be the same as everyone else, but my mom is special because she chose to be my mom.