Like many families, we spend a lot of time in the car. It is rarely a quiet trip.
The other day I had the younger three in my car and, yes, the subject of adoption came up – in an interesting way. We were discussing 9-11, the moment of silence and lowering of the flags that the kids experienced at school.
“Was I born?” Greyson asked.
“No, you weren’t honey. We had Holden, Josi and Aubry,” I said.
Josi, always the pragmatist, corrected me. And rightly so. “Mom, you didn’t have us. You only had Holden.”
“You’re right honey. I didn’t have you. What I meant was that you were home, part of our family, my children.”
“Mommy, remember we grew in another lady’s tummy,” said Greyson.
“Yep, you did – your birth mother. Daddy and I adopted you.”
“But, we grew in your heart. Right?” said Greyson
“You sure did!”
It was quiet for a minute or so. Then Aubry launched into the appearance of legs on one of her three remaining tadpoles. An interesting segue…