Where Do I Come From... a Momma Lesson

Several years ago when Sunshine was around 3 she asked me where she came from. Now, I've known since before she was born that there would come a time when I would have to have the birds and the bees talk, but I was not at all prepared for this conversation at 3.

I took a deep breath and I said.. "from Mommy's tummy".

"No, no I didn't"

"Yes, you came from Mommy's tummy, I came from Grandma's tummy".

"But Susie (a child at her day care who was adopted) didn't come from her Mom's tummy"

Dear Lord.. help me!!

"No, you are right, she came from another Mommy's tummy, but that Mommy couldn't take care of her, so gave her to a Mommy who could take care of her".

"So where did I come from?"

The next 35 minutes are a blur to me, but if I was able to play it back, I suspect it was the above repeatedly about 200 times.

Finally, I said, I don't know what you mean? You came from Mommy's tummy.

And Sunshine said... "No, no, no... Amal (another little boy who was adopted in her class) came from India, where did I come from ?"

"Oh, you came from Maine."

"Oh, okay."

At this point I believe I melted into a pile of liquid on the floor... but what I learned was that the simplest answer is probably the one... to take away all the adult mumbojumbo and just answer the question.