Questions and answers

I'm not quite sure what Jory and I were watching, but obviously it was something that prompted this conversation.

"Mommy, I was in your tummy."

"No, Jory, you were in your birth mother's tummy."

"Oh," he said, then was quiet.

My insides sighed with relief. I don't know why I feel different or tense up when he brings up questions about his adoption. He knows he's adopted, his sisters were adopted, like Moses, like Jesus. So it's not a secret, but still there is something there, not dread or fear, I don't think. Not sure what to call it.

He started talking again and I told him the name of his birth mother.

Then he asked, "Why did she give me to you?"

YIKES! I'd read the books, heard the discussions, read the message boards. I had to be truthful and keep it age appropriate.

"She didn't," I replied.

"Oh," he responded and he was back to watching the program.

Relief again. Truthful, age appropriate answers don't bring about questions the same way lies do. I was honest. His birth mother did not give him to me, the State did but that's a story for another day.

Maybe we should read his adoption storybook for a bedtime story one of these nights. I should probably get on writing one for the girls.