Tell Me Again About My First Months of Life
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Before my son was born, my husband and I bought a couple of children's books that we could read to him. I specifically wanted Jamie Lee Curtis' "Tell Me Again About The Night I Was Born" written in 1996. The little girl, who happens to be adopted wants to know all about what happened the night she was born. It is a simple tale and a beautiful one which addresses adoption, but doesn't make it a big deal. I read it to our son many times, modifying it so that it fit our situation. (In the book, the girl's parents board a plane to get to their destination; we drove.) Not to steal too much from Ms. Curtis, as today marks the 11th anniversary of the day when our son legally became ours, I present: Tell Me Again About My First Months of Life. Tell me again about the night before I was born. How you and daddy where asleep when the phone rang. How you tried to see the caller ID and daddy cried out: "You know who it is, just pick up