"No, Aubrey is not adopted honey," I replied with hesitation. I knew where this was headed and it was gonna be ugly. "Why is she not adopted and I am??"
(insert heavy sigh from me)
"Well, honey, her mom....err....your mom...uhh...your birth mother...."
Oh geez. This wasn't pretty.
"She decided to be Aubrey's mommy and she decided to place you into our family because she loved you and she knew that would be best for you."
hmm...Maybe that answer satisfied him.
"I hate you."
I could almost hear my heart sink into my stomach. But as I turned to look at him, he didn't have hate in his eyes, he had pain. And rejection. And fear. And all those nasty feelings that come along with it. I knew he didn't hate me. He didn't hate anyone. He hated that part of his story. And I did too.
Sometimes it's hard to explain why our kids' bio siblings have different stories. Why did they get to stay and I didn't? Didn't my mother love me? Why didn't she keep me? What is different about me that she didn't like?
I know that no matter what I say, my precious child will let these thoughts float through his mind.
So how do we answer this? Here are my thoughts.
1. Listen. Listen deeply and intently. Really hear what is causing the pain. Don't let the "I hate you's" and the "I wish I was never adopted's" change anything. Listen harder. Sometimes ugly things come out of little mouths when they don't have the words to say what they're really feeling. Do they feel rejected? Do they feel different? Do they feel like their feelings don't matter? Talk to them about it. Give them the right words.
2. Give them God. Tell them about all the ways God has been faithful in your life. Let them know that God is writing an amazing story with their life, too. Jeremiah 29:11 "For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." Our children need to know that, although parts of our lives might be tough, God can take our broken places and make something wonderful.
3. Give them truth. Our kids need to know the truth in their story in age-appropriate ways. Parts of my children's stories will be tough for them. As their mama, I will dole out measures of the truth as they get older until they have their whole story by age 12. Twelve seems so young to me, but I trust the experts on this. I want my kids to be armed with the truth of God, the truth of their story, and the promise that I will walk with them through whatever storms come.
I'm happy to say that we've done a lot of talking about his story since that day. We recently left his birthmother's house and along that same stretch of road, he uttered these words:
"I love you. I'm so glad I'm adopted."
I certainly didn't expect him to say that. And I never want him to feel like he has to be grateful for his story, but I'm SO happy that his heart felt those words. And he felt peace.
*image from flickr