I am the mom of an adopted boy. My son is warm and loving. He is awesomeness to the nth degree. I was comfortable in that role. After one night that I had no idea was happening my whole world is turned upside down. I have raised my son since he was an infant. I have been honest with him about being adopted. I have always answered his questions openly and honestly. I find out last night he has been asking more questions of daddy, my husband, for a couple of weeks. Last night’s bedtime story consisted of a phone call to his biological mother. My husband and my son both referred to and called her mom. I have asked from the beginning that she be called anything else but mom. Needless to say, I am hurt, beyond anything I can imagine. I feel like I have had the wind knocked out of me.
Mom is a name you earn. I have earned that badge of honor. I have received that medal on the battlefields of motherhood. I was the only one that got up at 2 am for feedings. I rocked him to sleep and held him when he was scared. I stayed up with him when he was feeling sick. I have changed countless sheets in the middle of the night. I have caught vomit in my cupped hands, I have been there to rub his back when he was throwing up. I have held him and kissed his boo boos when he was hurt. I have cooked and cleaned for him. I have taken him to and from practice 3-5 times a week. I have taught him the difference between right and wrong and explained the world around him. have loved him with every thing that I have. I am Mom.
I have a very hard time accepting my boy calling anyone else mom. I might be wrong but my heart hurts over this. I have been so down and shed so many tears today. I am not mad, just so hurt and confused. How do I handle this? I don’t even know where to begin.