Things not to say at the Thanksgiving dinner table:
Paula = "You're not my real Mom, you're my adoptive Mom".
I can't even remember the context of the conversation cause it threw me for a loop. Yes, she's being factual, but it HURT! I was surprised with my reaction to it....a huge blow to the heart.
When I took Paula and Nic with me to return some movies....I brought to Paula's attention that I was hurt by her comment. I don't think I was supposed to do that being the wiser parent and all, but I wanted to talk about it with them....explaining to them that I prefer they refer to their "real" Mom as the "Birth Mom".
Nic = "Mom, don't worry about it. You are the only Mom that I know and love more than any toy in the world. I mean....I don't even remember the lady who digested me."
Nic = "I know that she had to give us up because she didn't have enough materials to take care of us.....were we homeless?"
I don't think I will be as strong as I thought when they get older and want to find their REAL parents.
Frankie (bird heaven)