Tennyson is hanging out in the playroom while I am getting some work done and I decided to listen in on her game. Apparently, she is adopting puppies, a lot of them. I turn to her and say:
Me: “Tenny did you know kids can be adopted too?”
Tenny: “No.” – and continues to play
Me: “Honey, you were adopted” – Sheepishly I say this as it may be the first time I have used that word with her
Me: “Who adopted you?”
Tenny: “Mommy!” – With a huge grin.
Me: “Do you know who else was adopted?”- Feeling slightly watery in the eyes.
Tenny: “Tru”- Again without looking up from her new puppies
Me: “Anyone else?”
Tenny: “Just Tru and me.”
At this point, of course, I scoop her up and cry, just a little (that’s a lie!). All of this still feels so new that I feel unprepared to answer questions from my little two. When I look into her little eyes, even though she looks so different than all of the rest of our family, it rarely occurs to me that she came from another woman. Tenny has always been my baby. From the moment I picked her up from the hospital, the tiny 5 pound, 5 week old, was attached to me. Although it took well over a year her for her to “officially” become ours, this little bundle of crazy could never have been taken from me.
I usually research everything. I over think, get stressed out, and over think some more. Why has this research, how to handle adoption talks with your children, alluded me? As I watch this little hellion that has my crazy attitude and her sister’s smart mouth (maybe they got that from me), I see no differences from the children I gave birth to. She hugs, kisses, and loves like the rest of them. As a mother, maybe I should read more, learn more, be better prepared, but that interaction shows me to her its no big deal. She knew from somewhere clearly. Somehow in our talks she heard the word and knew, but for her I am mom; a pretty thankful Mom to boot. I know one day things will get harder. I know the teenage years will be difficult for them all but maybe even harder for her. I am also excited. Excited to see who my smart, kind, loving, beautiful little lady becomes.
If I ever hear “now this one is a little darker…” from anyone again, be prepared for my fist and your face to meet.