Yesterday Claire told me that she wanted me to have a baby. Oh boy! This isn't the first time she has brought it up. I am so not ready to even breach the subject of "more kids" at this point in time. Not to mention, it is complicated. I did my best to explain that I can't have babies in my tummy . . . that I did once, but lost it shortly after he/she was conceived (yep, have never put that on the blog before - it happened shortly before Abram was one year old), so I don't know if I could again. Quite the stuff to try to explain to not-yet-fully-understanding-English-speakers!
Abram chimed in and said, "Little bit was I in your tummy, Mommy?"
I said, "nope, do you remember whose tummy you were in?"
"What's her name?" he said.
"Momma Amber."
"Oh yeah," he said. Abram them ran over to Isaiah and with much excitement said, "I was in Momma Amber's tummy!" and away with playing they went.
I'm marking this milestone because it is the first little conversation Abram has initiated about his beginnings. The beautiful thing about making adoption "normal" (telling your child from the very beginning) is that this new personal discovery for Abram was able to be incorporated into his life with ease yesterday.
On the topic of Momma Amber, she and I have recently become friends on Facebook. It is a blessing to be more connected with her.
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