adoption
Today was an interesting day. My 5 year old asked me a question that I was not prepared to answer. She asked me this "Mommy, I know you said Aunt Rosemary is your sister but why does she not come to Granny and Papa's house on Sunday's with all your other sisters and brothers?" I was shocked she noticed this- and I was put on the spot b/c I knew one day I would tell her I was adopted but did not think it would be today. So I got my thoughts together quickly and tried to answer her question as simply as I could.
I said: "Aunt Rosemary is my half sister, this means we have the same mommy but different daddy's."
Ava asked: "So Aunt Rosemary was in Granny's belly?"
I said: "No, Aunt Rosemary was not in Granny's belly and neither was I because Granny is not my birth mother ." "Hazel is our mom and we were in her belly. Sometimes mommy and daddies can't take care of their babies, they may not have enough money or anywhere to live so other mommy and daddies take care of their baby for them. That is what Granny and Papa did for me."
Ava: "Oh, ok. So what is your daddy's name."
At this point I did not want the conversation to go any further b/c I don't have all the facts myself so I simply told her what I have been told and tried to change the subject. She was ok with that and moved on.
I just could not believe she put that together at such a young age-
I am glad I told her the truth b/c we are always honest with our kids but it just showed me how fast she is growing up- and that breaks my heart.
