There are some of you who know that I used to have children. Why I do not have them now is a very long story. But I have a lot of stories about them and I want to remember them, I want to share them because my sons were pretty awesome. I’ve hesitated and kept it (mostly) to myself because of how some people have reacted, the things they’ve said. I don’t want to keep them secret because I love them. I want you all to know them a little bit, too.

When the adoption social worker first called us, it was only about the oldest of the boys. We were going to meet all three of them, but the oldest was the only one available for adoption, or so we were told.

We arranged to meet them at McDonald’s. Kids like McDonald’s, right? We were both nervous. Okay, I was nervous. I can’t really say if The Ex was nervous. I was also really excited. I’d wanted to be a mother for so long and this was The Chance.

The social worker and the boys were there already. As we approached the door, the middle child ran up to us, then stopped dead.

He looked incredulous. “You’re wearing clothes!”

The Ex replied, “Yes. We are.”

“Indians go naked!”

The Ex didn’t miss a beat. “They make us wear clothes in McDonald’s.”