Slim's Opinion

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.