#85

In January of 2007, I posted a list of 100 things about me, and #85 on the list was "I worry about how to tell my children that I was married before."

Done. Well, half way. Bean down, H to go.

On Friday night, my husband and son went to the Blue and Gold Dinner for the boy scouts. Bean and I were home for girl's night and ordered Chinese for dinner. My fortune was something like "Your love life will be good."

Bean said "You already have a love life," and it started a conversation about dating and marriage, and I saw an opening. That was a mighty hard bullet to bite, but I did it. I tried to sound as nonchalant as I could while I was tripping over my words and delaying getting to the point..."I've been wanting to mention it...it's not a big deal, there was just never a time to bring it up...I don't want you to feel like it was a big secret...blah blah blah..."

"It's okay, Mom, you can just tell me." Thank you, 8-year-old child, for reassuring me.

"Before Daddy and I were married, we were both married to someone else."

"Hm."

Not "Hmmmm," but "Hm." That noise that says "Is that all?"

She followed up with a question about their names, and wanted clarification on who was responsible for ending the marriages.

"So, do you have any more questions?"

"Yeh."

"Okay...what is it?"

"Do you think you can put butter on rice?"