Insensitive

Shortly after we brought our son home from Guatemala, he and I were out shopping at a local craft store. We ran into a woman we know, J, who's husband used to work with MFH. Our husbands still speak occasionally, and from this I knew that they were adopting through a local Christian organization. They are very religious.

This was the conversation that took place:

J: I heard you were adopting. How long has he been home?

Me: We've been home a month.

J: Oh, he's so big. How old is he?

Me: He's 11 months.

J: Wow. You didn't get him when he was a baby?

Me: He's still a baby. He's just not an infant.

By this time I'm getting angry, and what's more, hurt. I could have educated her on international adoption, but I figured what's the use? Then she said this:

"Well, we're getting a Montana baby!"

I didn't know what to say. I mean, really. Here I was, such a proud mother with this very handsome little boy in my cart, thinking I was the luckiest woman in the world, and she was making him seem inferior. How very Christian of her.

So I said, "We have a Montana baby, too. He arrived in Montana via Guatemala."

And I turned and walked away, still stinging.

Bitch.