This summer Zoe asked me, "Mama, do you think that when my birthparents die, God will send an angel to whisper it in my ear?"
Wow, how to answer that one? The truth is, we don't even know for sure that her birthparents are alive. And then there's the knotty theological question!
My answer, as usual, "I don't know, sweetie. It sounds like you've been thinking more about your birthparents. Let's talk about it."
Sure enough, the real question Zoe had was whether her birthparents are living or dead, and whether the reason they couldn't raise her was not really that silly one child policy, social preference for boys thing I've been talking aobut, but that they were dead. And my answer, "We really don't know."
Zoe is as frustrated hearing "I don't know" as I am saying it.
Grieving the Unknown.
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