God bless the innocent unfiltered honesty of children.
During a drive to a family lunch today, there was torrential downpour.
The visibility was bad and the conditions got quite dangerous at one point.
Suddenly, T says matter of factly, “Good thing I don’t live with my mother. She’s homeless. I would be soaking wet!”
T’s birth mother, in fact, is homeless and because she was unable to take care of him, he was put into foster care and eventual adoption.
We’ve told him bits and pieces about her, whenever he asks, because it’s important to be open and honest about his past, so he can move into his future with a complete sense of self.
He brings her up from time to time, often during the most unexpected moments – like this one.
I will admit we laughed at his comment, not because we are making light of his mother’s situation, but because kids are so honest.
If you add FASD on top, you never know what’ll get blurted out!
On the drive home, I brought up T’s earlier comment.
I reminded him that while his mother has a sad life, it is thanks to her T, the hubby and I are a family.
And for that, we’ll always be thankful.