That means that I'm only blogging today because I'm avoiding writing up our reports.
Because of our social worker's recommendations at our three-month visit, we've been very careful to avoid talking about our attachment in public forums. We had only vaguely referenced it previously, but thought it was wise to maintain Million's privacy.
Suffice it to say, there have been very hard moments.
And beautiful moments.
And daily we thank God for bringing this little boy half-way across the world to be grafted into our hearts and family.
The little boy who hugs mannequins in stores.
The little boy who thanks God for oatmeal in the middle of a play session.
The little boy who loves animals, books, music, and cars.
Here is about where I should put a little paragraph about "we don't think everyone SHOULD adopt, but everyone should consider it yada yada yada..." But I can't bring myself to do it today. I've gotten past the point of using my blog as a soapbox (knocking on wood!), and I'll just leave those kind of convincing paragraphs to the more talented writers.
Adoption is hard, beautifully and wonderfully hard. However, being a first-time parent, I'm not sure how much of the beautifully and wonderfully hard is from adoption and how much is just from parenting.
I'm grateful I have the rest of my life to delineate between the two.