It's nice that Daddy has a new job. It's taken a lot of pressure off of all of us and we've been able to get back to a more normal lifestyle around these parts. Yet there's a downside to it. He travels too much.

Relatively speaking, his travel schedule is light. Still, it's too much for you and me since we've become used to having him around all of the time. Last week was his longest travel spurt yet. He was gone all five days. Bah!

Needless to say, you and Mommy spent a lot of time together. Always a good thing. Except when you drag Mommy's butt out of bed at 4:41 a.m. as you did on Friday morning. That, my son, was NOT a good thing. Let's not repeat that behavior.

Recently you've started asking us to tell you stories. You first made that request to me during a trip to Grandma's house a couple of weeks ago and I obliged with the first one that came to mind, "The Three Little Pigs". While Daddy was away last week, it came up again during our bedtime routine (reading books and singing songs). I thought, rather than tales of huffing and puffing, it was about time to tell you your adoption story.

This is a bit nerve-wracking because I'm anticipating the time when you're going to start asking all sorts of questions about it. We've made sure to tell you, even as a baby, that you were born in Korea. Daddy points to it all the time on the map on your bedroom wall. And I mention your birth mommy and foster mom quite a bit. I tell you how lucky you are to have three mommies who love you. That's a lot!

But you're getting older and wiser and the questions will come. So I figured I'd just jump right in and tell you a basic version. Not a lot of detail, mind you. It starts with you being born and goes through you flying on the plane with Caleb and Emma to come live with Mommy and Daddy. You watched me pretty intently as I told it. I emphasized that your birth mommy loved you very much but felt that she couldn't give you the life you should have. No questions until the end when you asked about why you came on a plane. And who brought you here. You wanted specifics then. After I wrapped it up, you looked at me quietly and said, "Again, Momma."

So I told it again.

Just the first of many times. And many reactions from you. As long as I can tell it so that you understand the basic fact...that your Korean mommy loves you, that Mommy and Daddy love you, that we'd all do anything to make you happy.

Posted on June 18, 2007 08:53 PM