"Great until I got mad at my friend!"It is really hard for Molly, Blake and me not to giggle when he gets angry. It's that voice, it kills us every time. Molly rubs his little dreads as we sit down to get the whole story about why Ezekiel got so mad.
"I was telling all my friends about how I have a birth ("berf") mom in Rwanda. Then ___said I wasn't wanted by her!"Ugh. Another kick in the stomach. Knowing my Zeke-ee baby, I had to remain stoic and play off his reaction. He gets really emotional ,or really not, depending on the weather. I decided to hold my own gut wrenching inside for a moment.
"So I told him 'MY MOM STAYED UP ALL NIGHT LONG WORKING TO GET ME AND MY MOM WENT IN AN AIRPLANE FOR 2 DAYS TO GET ME!! MY WHOLE FAMILY WENT TO BRING ME HOME!!!"Oh sweet Zeke. He's been listening. All the nights that we tell him how much we wanted him. All the snuggles and stories of working extra hours, of waking up early to check our emails, of aching arms as I rocked in my chair, praying my boys home. He was listening. I am so grateful that my Zeke is confident in his place in this world.