Michelle's Family

Last blog, I told how Josh had told his sister that a picture she'd drawn was not her mama...that her mama was someplace else.  Ronnie thinks that Josh thought it was me...and was telling her that I was not her mama.

Jessica fully embraces me as her mother.  She is sooo adorable. She's just about the cutest things you've ever seen, lol.  She tells me 20 times a day that she loves me and often follows it up with how glad she is that I'm her "real" mama. 

I don't know if Josh was feeling defensive after our talk the other day or what.  Jessica told her that the picture wasn't her mama at all...it was her, lol.  She didn't have a clue as to what he was talking about.

And to be honest, I'm not sure either.  I took Josh off for some special, "just mommy and me time" yesterday.  We talked about everything under the stars.  I asked him if he had good dreams last night.  We talked about Sponge Bob.  I asked him about his favorite memory of his birth family.  To this, he told me it was when they went to a farm and he was afraid to go down the waterfall, etc.  He said it was Butt's Mill Farm....which is where we went recently and he had a blast.  I KNOW that his birth family never took him there.  I'm not sure if he was confused or if he was fantasizing that his birth family really took him there.  Anyhow, we talked about "banks" because that's where we were going.  Then I tried my "indirect therapy", lol.  I should have been a psychiatrist.  I told him how happy I was that God made us so we could love more than one person because if He made me so I could only love 1 person, than I couldn't love Daddy because the first person I remember loving was my mama....and I couldn't love any of my kids either if I could only love 1 person.  He thought that was funny and said that would be "weird".  We continued to talk about nothing, when I decided to do some more probing and therapy.  I asked him if it bothered him to call me "mama".  (Just a FYI:  I won't allow him to call me otherwise now...he had choices as a foster child, but not as adopted son on this.  I've explained what a "mama" does and what a "son" is and explained that I expected him to call me by my title...it's a southern manners thing too.)  He told me no, it didn't bother him.  I said, "Oh good!  I just wondered if it made you feel like you don't love your other mama if you called me mama."  He said very matter-of-factly, "No...it doesn't bother me because I can love 2 people and I love you and her."  I was so proud of him!  I made sure I bragged on how smart he was to figure that out because some kids have a hard time figuring that one out! He was quite pleased with himself, lol. 

We rounded out our special time together by going through the drive thru and ordering a milk shake for him and a coke and fries for me.  And just like a true brother, the first thing he said to Timothy when we met up with him was, "Haha.  I got to spend special time with just me and mama and she bought me a milkshake and not you one."  LOL.  He's continued with his extra loving self all day.

So did he mean what Ronnie thought he meant at the soccer fields where they were drawing in the dirt together?  I don't know.  But I think that's kind of normal even if he did.  I can't wait for the teen years with him (that was sarcasm in case you missed it).  I'm sure this won't be the last time I hear that statement.  Heck, occassionally my birth kids say stuff pretty much the same, "I wish YOU weren't my mother!"  Life is tough, kids, life is tough.