So, in his mind, did we lie to him as he wept from the thought of missing me? Did we only say what needed to be said, regardless of the truth, to ease his pain? Did we pat him on the back, and tell him what he wanted to hear, only so that we ourselves would feel better?
Or is he smart enough and mature enough to know that sometimes things aren't black and white? That one day's truth can be another day's mistake? That good intentions are not always enough?
I hope for the latter, yet fear the former with all my heart.
I advised you. . . keep a journal. . . talk to him through it. . . and when he's old enough to seek you out as an adult, you can present it to him. He will then have tangible evidence that you were there the whole time, even if you couldn't be THERE.
At which point the two of you can forge your relation anew regardless of where the womb is or isn't.
posted by: Iron Butterfly | March 16, 2010 12:38 PM
To me, that has an air of sneaking behind his mother's back. I won't do that, even if the end-result might not be realized for 20 years. Even though I disagree with what she's doing, I respect the fact that she has every right to do so.
posted by: dave | March 16, 2010 1:14 PM