Today at pre-school pick up, a little boy getting into a minivan next to our car asked if the little boy coming home with James was his brother.
"No," I said, "He doesn't have a brother."
Immediately I thought, but wait, he does.
Then I muttered to myself, "Well, not really."
No, not really. But kind of.
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These traps do turn up unexpected and bite us don't they. However well prepared you think you are, you always find you are not really.
Try not to dwell on the regrets
I hate when that happens and I always feel guilty for saying I don't have children because I do. But I don't.
I hate it when I catch myself doing the same thing. Our children do have siblings, it's just that it isn't always the right moment, or the right person, to talk about them. xo
That must be so hard. Sending you strength, peace and love.
That must be so difficult. These things pop up when you least expect it. Your son has a brother, he is just not with us on Earth. There is no right or wrong response when it comes to these things, you've just got to roll with the punches. I wish you much peace and love.
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