Sometimes I feel like this . . .
One moment, I’m the girl who’s different; the one who asks too many questions, the one who is adopting kids -box one. The next day I’m just another teacher, another girl who read “Eat, Pray, Love”, another girl who is adopting kids-boxes two, three, and four. It’s all a matter of perspective. In the moments when I feel like the odd-ball, I always think of Sesame Street, and that song gets stuck in my head.
I can only imagine how often my children are going to have these thoughts running through their heads. May God help me to validate all the boxes they will fit into, and help me to teach them how to embrace each one.