I smiled. He didn't know the half of it. I wonder what he would have said if he could have seen Erica and me in the Ladies Room a few moments earlier, changing the baby on a sliver of a counter, in fits of laughter as we kept accidentally setting off the automatic hand dryer above the babe.
The most significant thing about our decision to spend Mother's Day together, as an adoptive mother and original mother, was how ordinary it was. My husband's mother unfortunately is no longer living, and my own two mothers, and even my ex-but-still-dear mother-in-law, live in distant states. Erica and I have both mentioned recently how much we have become each other's family. When my husband and I started talking about what to do on Mother's Day this year, it was natural that we would think to include Erica in our plans.
So I smiled at the man's comment, not only because of his characterization of us, but because he got the essential part right: we are "that family."