As the old adage goes, “hindsight is always 20/20.” I should have taken the time to sit down with the kids and talk to them about our second post-adoptive placement visit. But, because the social worker wanted to meet with me alone, and thus I knew I wouldn’t be taking the kids, I guess I thought it was a moot point and why introduce the topic, eh?

Boy, was I ever wrong!

Later on that day, hubby told me that right after I left, the kids began their usual flurry of questions that often occur after one or the other of us has to leave. So, their dad explained to them that I was going to visit with the social worker. He tried explaining the concept of an “interlocutory decree,” and how the social worker needed to do two visits so they could put the final “stamp” on our adoption paperwork. My daughter heard the word, “final” and tearfully asked, “Final? You mean we won’t live with y’all anymore?” Hubby, quickly realizing where this line of thinking was heading, put the ka-bosh on that one! He explained that though we have adopted them, and it is official, the people in charge of our case need to make sure that the mommies and daddies little children are placed with “make good choices,” so that little children are safe and cared for. They know that their “Momma _______” loves them, and placed them for adoption because of this great love, however, hubby explained that some grown up people who adopt don’t always make good choices, and sometimes do bad things, so the social worker has to check and make sure we’re making good choices. A little more explanation of this, and my son burst forth with, “Y’all’s good people!” goofy grin and all!

He likes us! He really, really likes us!