Thanks, I thought that was what you meant. 
My dh found it hard at first not to say ds was adopted, but I fel (when he came to us aged 3) it was important not to make him look different in the eyes of his peers. My friends and family knew he was adopted, of course, but we were immediately meeting new people, new mums with new kids who would go on to be his class mates and I just felt they did not need to know. Those who know, know, those who do not do not need to. We never talk about it with other people in front of him. We talk about it with him at home in private but when he is older he will be totally free to tell people if he chooses.
This song/poem is wonderful, it says what I want to say ... that enjoy every moment you can Aunty because it does move fast, but not too fast to enjoy.....
manysparrows.me/im-rocking-my-baby-babies-dont-keep/
Song for a Fifth Child
by Ruth Hulburt Hamilton
Mother, oh Mother, come shake out your cloth,
Empty the dustpan, poison the moth,
Hang out the washing and butter the bread,
Sew on a button and make up a bed.
Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?
She’s up in the nursery, blissfully rocking.
Oh, I’ve grown shiftless as Little Boy Blue
(Lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo).
Dishes are waiting and bills are past due
(Pat-a-cake, darling, and peek, peekaboo).
The shopping’s not done and there’s nothing for stew
And out in the yard there’s a hullabaloo
But I’m playing Kanga and this is my Roo.
Look! Aren’t her eyes the most wonderful hue?
(Lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo).
The cleaning and scrubbing will wait till tomorrow,
For children grow up, as I’ve learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down, cobwebs. Dust go to sleep.
I’m rocking my baby and babies don’t keep.