About two weeks ago, I had a very awkward conversation with my 4-year old daughter, Samantha, over lunch. It went something like this:
Sam: "Mommy, you grew me in your belly, right?"
Me: "Yes."
S: "And you grew Danny in your belly."
Me: "Yes."
S: "And you grew Daddy in your belly."
Me: "No. I did not grow Daddy. Grandma K did."
S: "Oh. So, Nana grew you in her belly?"
(And this is where it gets awkward...)
Me: "No. Grandma A did."
S: "No Mommy, Nana did."
Me: "No Sammy, Grandma A did."
(She's clearly not following this conversation at this point. And them my feeble attempt to explain adoption went something like this...)
Me: "Sometimes people grow babies in their tummies but they don't keep them because they can't take care of them. So they give hem to other people to raise the baby and be that baby's Mommy and Daddy."
(Still looking confused...)
Me: "Grandma A grew me but Nana and Grandpa raised me, so they are my Mommy and Daddy."
(Long pause...)
S: "But you definitely didn't grow Daddy."
Ah, 4-year old conversations...
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