We visit Sam's Club often. It's where we buy our diapers and wipes, and a slew of other items (and by the way...love Sam's diapers). Anyway...
We also visit the Sam's Club snack counter frequently while shopping there. Because, you know...you can get a big soft pretzel for like $.80 or something ridiculous...and they're super to die for.
There's an older man who works there. A very nice Indian man ( I know this because he told me "I am from India"). He is almost always behind the register and almost always takes our order.
Lately, he had been smiling more and more at the kids and I. Pointing to them, making baby talk, smiling at me, offering me extra cups for them, giving us a little bit bigger pizza slices, whatever. Just here and there, I noticed.
Then finally on our most recent trip, he smiled big as he watched me approach with the kids in the cart...and he spoke...
"I remember you, how are you?"
Fine, I told him. Just fine. And then asked how he was.
"I know what you did and it makes me so happy" he said, as he took my cash and placed it into the register drawer. He then clasped his hands to his heart.
"I'm from India. In India I am helping with this too. But not here. But I know what you have done and I am very happy. So happy."
I smiled, but wasn't sure what he was getting at. He pointed to the kids, greedily chomping away on their soft pretzel...chugging away at their lemonaide.
"So happy. It...I think....you must let me buy your food next time you come. You must. I will not hear of it. It would make me happy. It is my way to give to you back for what you did, ok? You must let me. It will make me happy to buy the food for you. You must let me. Ok?"
He was happy I had adopted the children.
It blessed him.
It touched his heart.
He works full-time six days a week at Sam's Club serving soft pretzels and pizza by the slice. And he wants to buy my kids their next snack.
Because when he lived in India, he supported and volunteered in local orphanages.
And seeing my kids makes him happy.
And it reminds me that there are some things about being the mother of two adopted children that I could have never, ever predicted.