Posted by: ourwildride | July 29, 2007

“Who was my foster mom?”

That’s what W asked while we were driving in the car. 

My answer: ‘Mom and Dad are your biological parents.  You didn’t have a foster family.’
W:  ‘No, I mean, I know you are my forever family, but where did I live before our family.’
A:  ‘You grew in Mom’s uterus and then you were born and then you came home to our house with Mom and Dad and me.  You never lived with anyone else.’
W:  ‘Oh.’  With a that’s a real bummer intonation.

Then we drove by a soybean field and he went into farming mode. 

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  1. Oh, from the mouths of babes. That is really cute.

    It’s so amazing to me how much the waiting siblings “get” about this whole process. I mean, to me, asking such a question means he understands more than certainly I would have imagined such a young guy to understand. And I am so glad children have the innocence to just ask and accept. It means nothing to him. Being raised in a foster family or in a biological family, to him, is no different, really (at least not yet). Both are a family and the results of both are parents who love and adore you, so there’s nothing wrong with either, right?

    Thanks for sharing this cute story. What a sweetie you have (in both your children).

    God Bless

  2. Kids make everything sound so simple and so very very complex. P has taken to shouting “corn” when he sees it growing beyond his car window.


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