Day 10

No prompt or silver lining - just a story.
Yesterday, I picked up my son from school to take him to the doctor.  
We saw a doctor who was new to both of us.  When she came in, she asked how we were related.  This is not a new question for me because both of our children were adopted from Korea.  So I politely said that I am the mom.  When the doctor visit was over, my son and I went out to lunch to enjoy some mom and son time.  While we were waiting for our food, I decided to ask Joseph why he thinks the doctor asked me how he and I are related.  Keep in mind, he is now 8 years old.  He  looked at me rather quizzically and said, "I don't know, maybe she thought you were my grandma?"  Hmmm... not what I was expecting or wanting to hear.  So I prompted him by saying. "Do you think it's because you are Korean that she asked me that question?"  And without skipping a beat, he looked up from his kid's menu and said with disbelief, "How did she know I was Korean?"  I started to laugh, he looked back at his menu and asked if I wanted to play hangman.
I guess all those books,discussions, adoption gatherings, and years of Korean Culture Camp just haven't sunk in yet.  He doesn't seem to see a difference between himself and anyone else in the world.  And as much as I want him to embrace the culture of his roots, I love his view of humanity.  "We're all just people, Mom."  That's my boy. :)