A Post I Felt Obligated to Write
All day long I have felt like I should write a post today. You see, it's my youngest child's 2nd birthday, sort of. The day we were given as the day of her birth is today, but it's likely 2 - 3 weeks from now. I thought I would be sad that I missed her 1st birthday and I'm pretty okay with it. I think it's because I know she was cared for and loved by her foster family during that time. She is too young to understand what birthday's represent. For adopted kids, they are complicated. Birthdays mean presents and cake and friends and parties and fun things. Birthdays mean that someone far away made an intentional decision to leave them somewhere: on the sidewalk outside of a hospital, a bank, a shop, a police station, on a villager's doorstep. Birthdays mean that they don't know why their birth parents chose to abandon them. Birthdays mean coping with the idea that your Mommy and Daddy wanted you and fought for you and would die for you but that in order