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Don’t be that weirded out by this post as I am, because it’s something concerning what I would call “grown-up issues,” and I’m not at the certain maturity level to really be thinking about such things. Anyways…
If you’ve seen me next to little ones in my family, you know what I’m like. Krista might know. She went with me to see my niece Nakia when she was a little baby, and I wouldn’t hold her. I am very uncomfortable around children. 1) I am afraid I will break them. 2) I don’t know what they want with me or what I can do for them. 3) They might hit me.
Billy and I talk about having children (oOoo, plural) someday, and we will. Someday. Ten years from now. Or less, because I start feeling horribly guilty when certain people don’t have the grandchildren/greatgrandchildren they want/deserve. Minimum years: seven. I have the power to do what I please.
Anywhoo, while I was with Amanda and Crystal for dinner the other night, the subject turned to adopted children. They said they both would love an adopted child, but probably not as much as their “real” child. I think I’d love any child that I am blessed to have, really. Lots of people want children, even if they’re not theirs, and they’ve got so much to give in terms of love.
I asked Liam what ethnicity he was or something a few months ago, because I thought he’d respond as plain Korean, but no. He said he was Filipino, too. That was just so sweet. Yeah, Liam, you’re Filipino, too.