Why not?

We get comments…
“You are SO brave to bring your day care to the store!”
“You have your hands full!”
“You brought the zoo!”

And the questions…
“Which ones are yours?” I kind of hate that question…the answer is: All of them
“Can’t you have kids?” As far as I know, we can. Although, it is an odd question. 
Hey lady, is your uterus performing correctly? Are your ovaries releasing eggs? How’s that cervix holding up? Seriously, it’s weird. 

My favorite: “Why adoption?”  
It is kind of a loaded question.
I can answer with religiosity. “God told us to.” Which would be true.
I could answer with excitement. “It is fun!” Which would be true, too. Mostly. 
I could lie…”It is just so easy!” Which is just never a good idea…even though it makes me sound like supermom. lie. lie. lie.

And while this particular why-adoption-question sometimes stumps me. And catches me off guard, I still love it. Because it opens the door to have another adoption discussion. The discussion where I shamelessly, furiously, urgently, try to explain domestic and foreign adoption. Where I try and convince someone else to foster and/or adopt…or support someone who is adopting or fostering…or do respite or become a social worker, counselor, baby sitter, Safe Family, lawyer, mentor, volunteer…you get the idea. 

So, WHY adoption?