Jack and I attended a parish picnic today and saw his great grandparents (his birth mother's grandparents). It was wonderful to see them and Jack let his great grandma actually hold him, for a few seconds anyway. He was very hungry and not in a mood to go to anyone else.
While we were there, we found out that Jack's birth mother was spending the day at Six Flags. When we went back to my parents' home, my father asked, "Where was Jack's real mother?" "You mean 'birth mother,'" I replied. "We say 'birth mother.'"
Dad fumbled with an apology, saying he didn't know the proper way to say things and I know that. Even though I am immersed in the adoption lingo and process, I know that others are not. I think that's the first time though that someone had used the 'real' word before. Surprisingly, it didn't make me mad. Just kind of surprised me.