“Mommy, are you going to give me away too?”
Time froze. My heart sank.
As tears welled in my eyes, I felt my breath hitch. My daughter’s voice was so innocent, yet her question struck like a heavy weight I had dreaded since revealing my past as a birthmother. It was a question I thought I could skillfully navigate through openness about adoption. While I had answered countless queries from both of my children about their half-brother, my daughter’s perceptive nature had connected the dots in a way I hadn’t anticipated.
“No. No, I wouldn’t,” I responded, my tone sharper than intended. I wished I could pull over, turn to her, and reassure her with every ounce of my being: “Never. Don’t ever think that.”
I had felt brave when I shared my adoption story with my kids, wanting them to understand that family can take many forms. I wanted them to know about their half-brother, whom I had placed for adoption long before they came into my life. My intention was to normalize this narrative, to show them that families often look different from the traditional mold we are taught. Yet, fear drove me to have that difficult conversation, knowing secrets have a way of surfacing.
In their younger years, when my words held a kind of magic, it was simpler. The idea of a half-brother was like an imaginary friend, a distant thought overshadowed by their everyday joys—like whether they could have apple juice or chocolate milk with lunch.
It became complicated when they began asking deeper questions about my past.
“But Mommy, what if someone says you have to? That’s why Ethan’s not with us. You weren’t allowed to keep him.”
I clenched my jaw, tears streaming down my face. “It’s not… It was…,” I stuttered, gripping the wheel tightly. I struggled to find the right words to ease her worries. All she knew was that he wasn’t here, just like she wished he were. She had drawn pictures for him, sent in the letters I wrote, and cried when I explained that he couldn’t come to her birthday party.
This wasn’t how I envisioned honesty would unfold.
How do you tell your child that they are irreplaceable when the first child you had suggests otherwise? How do you navigate the complex emotions of an adoption story that remains difficult for you to unpack?
As we parked in the driveway, the weight of anger settled in—anger not directed at her, but at the well-meaning people who claimed that adoption was the perfect solution, devoid of complications. She hopped into the front seat, her eyes searching mine.
“It was different then, sweetheart. But you aren’t going anywhere. I promise.”
“How do you know?” she asked, her lips pursed.
“Because I won’t let it happen.”
For a moment, the air hung heavy between us, filled with unspoken fears and trust.
“It hurts your heart that he’s not here, doesn’t it?” she asked gently.
I nodded, tears still in my eyes. “Yes.”
“Do you know how I know it hurts your heart, Mommy?”
I shook my head, curious.
“Because you have so much love for me and Ethan. You love us a million billion times. When someone you love is gone, it hurts. When you leave, I miss you, but you always come back. But you couldn’t come back for Ethan, and that makes your heart hurt.”
I scooped her into my arms, trying to conceal how her words pierced my heart. In her innocent five-year-old wisdom, she encapsulated the grief of a birthmother—a loss that is often unexpressed but profoundly felt.
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In summary, navigating the complexities of adoption and the emotions surrounding it can be incredibly challenging. Communicating with children about these sensitive topics requires openness, patience, and love.