As always, being together was full of laughs and fun. The boyfriend, a charming, attentive and down-to-earth guy, passed muster.
After dinner, Tessa asked to speak with my friend and me privately. We three went outside the restaurant.
“So,” she said, “what I want to tell you both is that it’s time for you to switch.”
My friend and I looked at each other, knowing what is coming and trying to figure out how to handle it.
“Mom,” Tessa said, “It’s YOUR turn to be my birthmom, and Crystal, I want to come live with you for awhile.”
You’ve figured out that my friend, Crystal, is also Tessa’s firstmom.
“Well, honey,” Crystal said, “it doesn’t work that way. I already gave birth to you and no one else can ever do that again. You’re too big!” We all giggled, a bit uncomfortably.
“But I want to live with you, just for awhile,” claimed Tessa, ever the persistent one.
“Why? How do you think life with me would be?” asked Crystal.
“We could play. I could have your purse and your keys and your cell phone and your lip gloss. All day!”
(See, I learned after the first time my keys got lost and I found my cell phone perched precariously over the toilet NOT to allow my children to play with these things. Tessa has always had a HUGE affinity for these accouterments of adulthood. Other people indulge her, but not me.)
“Oh, Tessa. It’s not like that at my house,” responded Crystal. “I work much of the time, and when I’m home, Tyler and I do a lot of chores.”
Before long, Tessa brought Tyler out of the restaurant and into the conversation (I told you she’s a pitbull), and he vouched for the fact that there’s not a lot of play time in Crystal’s household.
Tessa hung on to Crystal’s keys, purse and cell phone for the rest of the evening. While out of Tessa’s earshot, Crystal offered to have Tessa over for a day just to see what a “typical” day in her house is like. I can see this scenario going so many different ways.
Part of me (a big part) wishes this were just about the purse, etc. But I know it’s really a deeper processing. Both Crystal and I have done our grieving and healing from the losses we endured. Now it’s Tessa’s turn. How do we help?
Any comments or suggestions from people not emotionally invested? I really welcome them.