steven and i have tried to be as open and honest with j about his story and life as much as we can, considering he's four. we talk about it often, hoping he feels able to ask questions when he has them, and hoping he always knows who he is: first and foremost, a child of God. and after that, loved very very very very much by steven and i.
tonight, our past and our story was on my mind and my heart as i was sharing bits of it with a new friend in town. so as i was putting j to bed, as we were snuggling, and laughing, and loving, i took the opportunity to talk with him about it once again.
me - j, do you remember what happened to your first dad?
j - yeah, he got sick.
me - does that make you sad?
j - no because Jesus will bring me a new daddy and He already did.
i know these conversations will change as he gets older; it will get more complicated with more questions. but right now, i'm so happy. happy that he knows he's loved. happy that he's not sad. happy that the conversations are still easy.
me - j, do you remember what happened to your first dad?
j - yeah, he got sick.
me - does that make you sad?
j - no because Jesus will bring me a new daddy and He already did.
i know these conversations will change as he gets older; it will get more complicated with more questions. but right now, i'm so happy. happy that he knows he's loved. happy that he's not sad. happy that the conversations are still easy.
(s and j in the early days.)
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