â€œMom, what is an activist?â€ asks my twelve year old son.
I roll over on the couch I am lazing on as I binge watch Netflix.
I am not sure I heard him due to the rustling of my covers and pillows. Without turning to look at him, I ask him to repeat the question.
â€œWhat is an act-tuh-vist?â€ he responds with a slightly impatient tone of voice.
â€œOh, it is someone who is working towards changing or supporting a cause. Maybe they want to change a law; maybe they want to change the perception of something. It is like someone who wants something to change so they work hard to make it changeâ€.
â€œOhâ€¦what is a reunited mother?â€
At this question I turn and face him. He is holding my ehbabes.com personal card in his hand and looking at it in confusion. I take a deep breath and pause for a second.
“Well, you know about your sister, right? How she was surrendered to adoption?â€
â€œUm, yeah, sort ofâ€¦â€
â€œWell, since I found her, I am considered a reunited motherâ€¦sort ofâ€¦â€œ
â€œHuh. I donâ€™t get it. You have told me about this a few times and it still doesnâ€™t quite make sense to me.â€
He puts the card back on my desk and leaves the room.
I have been living it for nearly 28 years my son. It doesnâ€™t quite make sense to me either.