Who is My Mother?

For tonight’s bedtime story, Evan picked out a book called “I Love You like a Crazy Cake”. It is about a story of an American woman adopting a Chinese little girl. I held him in front of me and started reading “Once upon a time in China/>/>, there was a baby girl who lived in a big room with a lot of other babies. They shared the cribs with one another and became great friends, but each was missing something…” “A mother!” Olivia took over.

Just for fun, I asked Evan: “Is Evan missing a mother? Who is Evan’s mother?” Apparently Evan is not familiar with the word “mother”, so he answered: “Granna.” Olivia immediately said: “No, Evan, Granna is not your mother, she is daddy’s mother.” I pretended to be upset: “Evan, you do not know who your mother is? I am your mother.” What he said next made me do not know whether I should cry or laugh: “No, you are xxx (my first name), I don’t have a mother.”  

Oh (hands on my chest)…我的宝贝儿子 (my precious boy), you are like shooting an arrow into mommy’s heart, it hurtsL even though I know you did not do it on purposeJ. When can you grow up to understand everything?

Finally Olivia and I convinced Evan that mommy is mother and I am his mother and I did not let him go down until he answered “Yes” to my question “Am I your mother?”