When Your Child’s Birth Parent Is Parenting His Siblings

My son is now almost four years old. Over the course of the past six months, I have watched as the idea of what adoption is has started to form a bit more in his mind. We have talked about his adoption from day one. He has known his birth mother’s name from the time he could talk, and even before that, if I asked where her picture was, he would toddle over and pick it up off the shelf in his room. He knows he grew in her “tummy” and I have reinforced over and over how much she loves him.

During the first years of his life, I have been laying the ground work for the questions that are sure to come as he gets older and starts to really understand what adoption means. For now, he knows the basics, but as he has grows, I have begun to throw in a new detail here and there to help develop his full story.

He has a book featuring pictures and names of some of his biological family members. While his birth mother was pregnant, she sent me a few pictures of herself and her family. I saved them, printed them out, and made a little scrapbook of sorts. A few days ago, we were looking at that book and we got to the page where the pictures of his biological siblings reside. Pointing at those pictures I said, “Here is M. This is D, and this is J.” Then I added, “They are your brothers and sisters.”

He looked perplexed.

At our house, he is the youngest of five. He has two older sisters and two older brothers, and when I pointed at these other children and said they were his siblings, he didn’t understand what I meant by that. I searched for the words to explain further, but they didn’t come. He’s only three. He can’t understand the What’s, How’s, and Why’s of the circumstances. Once again, I’m just laying the ground work for the hard stuff that will come a little later. But, just as he has always known that T is his birth mother, he will always know that he has biological siblings. My hope is that he won’t ever be surprised by any element of his adoption story—it’s not something we shy away from discussing.

However, the confused look on his face when I mentioned his other brothers and sister got me thinking: One day, he’s going to wonder why his birth mother chose to parent those children . . . and chose to place him.

And it’s going to hurt.

There is just no way around it. That part of his story is a painful one. No matter how much love he feels from us as his parents, or from his brothers and sisters—that hurt is something he’s going to have to work through. We can’t really avoid it and I can’t solve it for him. We can’t go around it, so together, he and I will go through it.

But how?

How do I help him through it?

As an adult, it seems easy to talk about it logically. It was an issue of a lack of support and a lack of finances. For most adults, this seems reasonable. We understand the way the world works: how expensive it is to raise children, how difficult it is to be a single parent, and how relationships and circumstances can be unhealthy and frightening. But children don’t comprehend those things. Life is a lot more black and white. The grays don’t exist.

How do I help him get past the grays?

Hopefully these ideas will help.

In the end, it is simply going to take time. Have patience with your child and be prepared to face the waves and ride them out. Don’t shy away from your child’s adoption story. Lay the groundwork from the start. Be honest. Don’t shy away from the big feelings that will come, and simply love them through it.