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My youngest, my butter bean has been so off this last week, I know that him trying to make some sense out of this crazy world is whats getting to him. How is he to understand that he has siblings and that they are his baby brothers and sisters, yet he will never know them like that and they will be raised by someone else. This stuff is confusing to me as an adult, it makes my brain and my heart hurt. How else would a four year old react except to be a stinkpot and a clingy little man who decides that sleep is unnecessary. I hope that he starts healing this week.

It does bring up the point that some people have told me; to wait and tell him when he gets older. No matter how hard it is for him right know, I believe this is the best thing I can do. I do not believe in lying to my kids when it comes to their personal stories. I think that they have every right to know who they are. This might mean some hard truths now, but this way they will just be facts to him not some bomb drop at a more appropriate age. My family is a big family of secret holders. Since I was close to my mom and grandma I was privy to most of these secrets. I know things about my family, who I am really close to that I wish I didn't know. I hate the burden of that. The most shocking secret came to me the year before I started fostering. I found that I wasn't wrong in my suspicions that my mom was keeping something from me, that their was something weird about the fact that my mom never knew dates to things. I just didn't know that it wasn't going to be about me but a sibling. I now know this secret and my sibling doesn't. How can that be fair??? My sibling would be destroyed by this information and it isn't my place to say. I just know that the holding of secrets like this, that are internal parts to a persons life, is burning; I refused to have this barrier between me and my children. So yes this will not be the last time, and there will be very hard questions to come in the future, especially when they start asking about fathers, but I will be a age appropriately (meaning a 5 yo doesn't understand what drug abuse is) honest, while remaining supportive and positive that they are not defined only by where they came from.