Saturday, January 29, 2011
I very frequently admire the way God brought together two children and two adults that are so similar. I am amazed at all the ways the children we adopted are so like us. But today, I abruptly realized, there is no way I could pass them off as mine. You see, when I play with Play-Doh, all the colors have to be kept separate. Or at least, I have to be able to separate them back out and put them back in the right cans. My kids immediately mash multiple colors together in what I like to call the hue, "Mud Confetti." It used to drive me nuts. Now I just divide the big lump into smaller lumps, and put it back in all the cans marked, Pink, Yellow, Green, and Black. I guess I'm mellowing out.