I always seem to trip up at this question--as if it were a crack in the sidewalk.
"Well, sort of. I mean..."
Technically, she is my first biological child. And that's a pretty big deal if you know my journey with infertility. However, she's the very youngest of five kids.
The Sissies and the Bubby, as we refer to them.
My tripping over my answer doesn't negate their value at all. They are forever and always, our kids. None of the four big kids came from my womb like Baby Bear did, and that doesn't change my love for them. Not in the least. It does, however, give me a great segue to share my story. And sometimes, God tends to use it in other's lives. I'm glad He does. I'm humbled He does.
The roles in our family are a bit tricky to explain to others--- kind of like how I'm bouncing the Bear on my leg and typing with my free hand, on the laptop that is rocking back and forth on the ottoman, as I sit in her bedroom floor. I'm just here mommyin'.
So, no matter what your family looks like, just keep on mommyin'. You don't owe anyone an explanation, but God just might use your story to glorify Himself.
