The relationship between mother and son is simple. Mother. Son. But it is also complex. Mother. Son.
DS1 asked, "Who will grow to be as big as daddy first; me or my brother?" I said, "You will."
His response floored me, "You know why? Because I came first and I came from your belly." Hello! Guess we are there. He understands that his brother did not come from my belly. Yet he is still his brother. I believe we are now understanding the adoption story. WOW.
I love both my boys. But with my man that came from China, I love him, love (if that is the right word, maybe recognize with a certain level of respect and compassion) his biological parents and I love the serendipity that exists between us to bring us together. I don't love the circumstances that existed to allow us to come together. I look forward to sharing the adoption story with him and I equally dread sharing the story with him. I'm thankful for the practice I get in explaining it to others, to his big brother.
2 comments:
Another great post. I wonder how soon before Josie will start asking those HARD questions?? I'm glad she's still little, but I know that our time is coming.
Man... DS1 sure is smart as a whip, huh??? I wonder what my boys think... I know they are plenty old enough to understand everything, but they've never questioned it. Hmmm...
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