This weekend BE asked, “how old was I when BC was in your tummy?” I wasn’t sure what to say to that, but she quickly corrected herself. “I mean my other mom’s tummy,” she said. I wonder how often this will come up, especially with BC. He’s only two, and he’s bound to get confused more easily. I have no qualms about talking about their first mother, I’m just afraid that the reminder, in this situation, would be painful. Will they ever wish that I had been there from the beginning?
We went to visit a family therapist not too long ago, and she talked about the pain that parents face when they’re unable to conceive. I replied that there is pain for all adoptive parents – it’s painful that we couldn’t be there all along to protect them from being hurt.