|Yes, still a baby. :)|
I looked at him and defiantly said “I did.”
But, I don't live in a sitcom, despite the fact that I feel like I do sometimes. I also don't really have the option of not telling my kids that they are adopted. I'm guessing they'd figure it out pretty quickly. There are, after all, a couple of clues. ;)
We have talked to Antwan about being adopted. I will bring it up, in passing; hoping to make it part of normal conversation. We talk about it every year on the placement and finalization anniversaries. I ceremoniously tell the kids how happy we were when we were told that we going to be their parents. But, Antwan's 5 and I doubt that he really gets it. And, why would he? But, of course, William does. He remembers. It's hard to believe that William was 5 when our lives together got started.
So, I don't know if the question came from the fact that Antwan was starting to get it or the fact that he's 5 and 5 year olds ask weird questions. The only thing I really knew was that it was an early morning reminder that there was a part of his life that I wasn't part of. And, as much as I'm glad that I'm here for this part and all the other parts, I wish I had been the one to take care of him when he was a baby. Although, I'm fairly certain that he would've been pretty high maintenance, so I probably should count my blessings. ;)
Anyway, in my typical "speak first, ponder appropriate response" later manner, I lied to my child. Of course, I knew as I said it that I would have to take it back. But, I think I just wanted to pretend for a minute.
I gotta say, I have enjoyed the fact that Lizzie and Antwan definitely don't think of me as anything else than mom. Not their mom now or their adoptive mom. Just Mom. And, I have wondered about William. I know he loves me and thinks of me as mom. But, does he dwell on the former care givers (or lack there of) and the fact that he is adopted? I don't know. But, I do know, at least, that he is pleased with the arrangement.