The other day, when A. showed her special photo album to my friend, she said something she has never said before. She pointed to a photograph and said, "That's my birth mother."
She now has the language for who that person is. The language we've taught her. At various turns, she calls me Mama, Mom and Mommy. It's as though she's trying out every variety, to see how each one rolls off her tongue. Yet, there she was with no hesitation, saying, "That's my birth mom."
It's time, I think, to add that picture to the ones arrayed on the shelf in our living room, right next to all the other framed family photos.
Wow. I'm just in awe of this kind of thoughtful relationship building.
Really lovely. Thanks for sharing the moment.
Posted by: kristine | July 27, 2009 at 12:25 PM