LilZoot had to make a “Family Tree” last night for his french class. Nothing fancy, just showing he knows the french words for various family members. He asked where to put MrZ and I explained to him that since this was just supposed to be a simple family tree teaching the words for “Mom” “Dad” “Grandma” and “Grandpa”, we’d just leave MrZ out of this one. It was cool he at least asked, that kind of stuff means a LOT to MrZ.
This morning, he said he wished he could put the ultrasound picture on it to show he had a brother or sister.
“But I guess it’s not safe yet, is it mom?”
We’ve kept him very informed through this whole TTC process. We discussed protecting him, at first, but MrZ and I pride ourselves in being honest with LilZ, and the idea of having to speak in code if he was around, or hide joy or sadness, was too difficult. I hope what he is learning is that we can cope no matter WHAT happens, and that sometimes, we don’t get what we want without a little suffering. We’ve even discussed adoption with LilZoot and he thinks that would be fine too “As long as they are YOUNGER than me. I don’t want a BIG brother or sister.”
And this morning, LilZ made a gesture that simply captures the entirety of why he needs to be a big brother, and why I want SO BAD to make him one.
He asked that when I start showing, if I can come pick him up from school more often so he can show me off. And then he kissed my belly.
Hands you a tissue because you should totally be crying over that one