This is not our toy, but it probably will be soon. At our FCC play group this weekend, our troops befriended the little boy who owned this wheel, and I dare say that he didn't see it much afterwards. They pushed and pulled each other, dog-piled in and out, and rolled through large swaths of the park. I love how strong and feisty Helen has become. Although at times we have to curb her enthusiasm, her spirit bubbles over regardless.
Whatever Helen feels, she feels intensely. She brought home a drawing today of her reaction to a classical piano piece that they played at preschool. Her drawing expressed the sadness that she felt. She couldn't describe why the music made her feel that way, but music has always seemed to touch her deeply.
We have been having tough conversations lately about her "China Mom" and why she couldn't take care of her. Not easy for either of us, but necessary, and frankly happening later than I expected since I've been opening the door for the conversation for quite some time. While we will never really know what is going on in her head, I want to be cognizant that she might be acknowledging a sense of loss for the first time. Just today I read a blog entry from a Korean adoptee (and adoptive parent) who did a wonderful job of explaining why "it's o.k. to say 'I'm Sorry' in adoption". Her words provide such beautiful insight.
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