Well it’s been entirely too long since I’ve posted here, but that’s entirely because I haven’t known what to say.
The El Salvador adoption? Hasn’t budged an inch since we heard from them last year. And while we understand that, on the one hand, we’re getting close to being done waiting for a process that just isn’t processing. We respect the sovereign right of a country not to select international adoption for its orphans, in theory. I’m not convinced that the best-interest of said orphans is actually WHY we haven’t heard from E.S. But there are kids waiting right here in the U.S. who need familes, and as our own kids get older, more and more of them are becoming possible fits for our family.
But that’s a decision for another day.
Today’s post has more to do with the adoption we completed five years ago. The adoption of the twins who are now totally immersed in our family, our culture, and the U.S. way of life. While still maintaining a loyalty and affection for the birth family and culture they left behind when they became our sons five years ago.
Ours is one of the adoption “Success Stories.” We love them, they love us; they manifest none of the really “scary” traits of traumatized kids.
Anymore. They did. Now they don’t. But still…
We recently celebrated our 5-year “Gotcha Day” with the twins (their choice in terminology), and it was a great day of remembering when the four of us became a family. At the same time, though, it’s one of the stake-in-the-ground days when we all remember that that was Day 1 for “us.” We all had stories before that day. January 2007 was just when our 4 stories all intersected.
What I wish we had known 5 YEARS AGO is: Read the rest of this entry