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Okay, non-Guat AP here but since this thread exists and I do have a nice little rant...
Yesterday my aunt (uncle's wife), who's trying to adopt her sister's two children as the state took them away, hosted Thanksgiving. We were a little wary to go over anyway since her family holds some horribly biggotted views and they have no issue with letting their teen children make jokes about Mexicans, homosexuals, incest, etc (and even joining in). Most of the awful talk comes after dinner when everyone is congregating so we had a plan to escape as soon as it was done.
As we were getting ready to leave though I was gazing at the little baby my aunt is trying to adopt and said "oh, you don't have to make me anymore baby crazy than I already am!"
My aunt asked when she should expect our new addition, and I told them we're HS ready but need our townhouse to sell before we could afford it.
Then she said, with this little baby in her arms and my son within earshot, "Or, you could just have your OWN child!"
I was kind of befuddled and a bit surprised and honestly I didn't handle it that well. I just quickly said something about how that would cost money too as DH is infertile.
Then she said "Oh, well I was told I could never have children either but we still tried and now I have three!" Again, with her potential 5th child in arms and her potential 4th in the other room.
I really should've been more defensive and angry and, well, told her off. Instead I quickly explained that we wanted Paxton to have a sibling that's racially similar before thinking about biological children. At least her oldest daughter agreed with me that this was a good idea.
When we were in the car a minute later I practically broke down. If my son was just a little older he would've understood what she was saying, about me not yet having my own children. I'm sorry but I have my own child. At least Paxton was a doll about it and once we got to DH's family's house he gave me kisses on my chest to make mommy's heart feel better (I told him when people are sad their heart hurts) and lots of big, tight hugs.
DH's family does do the language thing, like "well maybe he doesn't like the movie because it's in English and he doesn't understand that yet" and "does he call you mommy yet or something in, uh... Ethiopian?" Silly things that don't bother me nearly as much, especially since they're always just trying to be understanding and sympathetic towards him, and they always are willing to let us correct them.
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