The other day Noah received a card in the mail. It was from my mother. It was a fairly typical Grandma to Grandson note.
I'm happy that my mother is making an effort with my kids, even if she refuses contact me with.
But that's not why I'm writing this.
After we read the card to Noah, he looked at us, confusion on his face.
"But I thought Mom Mom and PaPa hated me," he said.
"Oh baby, of course they don't hate you, why would you think that?" I said.
"Because they made us leave their house."
I have tried very hard to not say anything in front of Noah about my parents. I really think Rich and I have done a good job about not letting him know what is really going on.
It just kills me that he would think they hate him. I honestly have no idea what they really think of him, but I know they don't hate him.
I want to tell my mother this, but I know she'll just blame me for putting the idea in his head.