Have you seen Three Pigs and A Baby on Netflix? The wolves are working overtime to trap those blasted pigs and come up with a plan to drop off a baby wolf on their doorstep so that one day when he’s grown he will betray them and lead the pack to gobble them up. The pigs take him in, raise him as their own, and as a teenager the wolf realizes he’s no piglet, but to his surprise he’s a wolf. Until then, even though he was furry and didn’t don a hog like snout he lived the life of a pig.
I’ll let you cozy up on the couch to see how it ends but the idea that the wolf doesn’t know he’s a wolf, regardless of his appearance. Thank you Jim Henson for incorporating adoptive families in the story of the three little pigs.
When you piece a family together it doesn’t matter if they are a pig or a wolf, it doesn’t matter if they are black or white, it’s a family. There is an education on how to navigate the world as the world is certainly not color bind but in our house, we are. Recently at the doctor’s office the African American nurse commented on how cute Jericho was and how the baby was as well. Jericho quickly pointed out to her that they were brothers. He wanted her to be sure she understood their relation, and in his mind I wonder if he figured they were both adorable because they were brothers. Even if it wasn’t, he understands our family is built by both adoption and biology. It’s beautiful, downright beautiful.