Dear Ms. Feverfew –
Yesterday, the Professor came into my bedroom where I was dressing Princess P. for church. He climbed up on the bed and put his little nose up to hers and declared, “Mom, this is the most beautiful sister ever!” She squealed with delight, he stroked her chubby cheeks, kissed her downy head and then skipped merrily down the hall, leaving me breathless.
The Professor loves his sister. I know he loves his older brother, but he gets all mushy and soft over Princess P. How on earth am I ever going to tell him about you? Captain Knuckle was told as a matter of necessity when he was five. He has handled it much like he has the other hard things in his life – with great maturity and resiliency.
But the Professor…I don’t know how to tell him he has another sister that doesn’t live with us. I don’t know how I could answer the questions and sadness that will certainly shade his luscious brown eyes.
They told me I would have other children….they just didn’t warn me of soul-deep sorrow that would gnaw on my bones. They told me I would have other children….they just didn’t tell me how to explain to them that I gave away their older sister to strangers. They told me I would have other children….they just didn’t tell me how to answer the question, “If you gave her away, will you give me away too? I don’t want live with anyone but you Mommy.”
With much love –