Nam Aun is now 2 years old. Her favorite color is blue and she delights in turning the hose on and chasing us till we're soaked. She changes and gains skill so quickly we can't keep up.
Yesterday we went to open gym at Bounce Gymnastics and had a great time with a friend and his son. Summer camp was going on and a little girl of about 7 or 8 approached and asked if Nam-Aun was adopted and where both she and I were from. She was quiet for a minute and then said, "Gosh, she must really miss her real mom." I could only nod, smile and stay silent. The truth that Nam-Aun will and has felt loss stings. We can relate, though not in exactly the same way. We know loss. We believe NamAun's mother made a difficult decision in love.
Our family is so bonded and happy that I dread the day when the way our family came together becomes concrete to our daughter. The context of the reality she knows will be altered and the way she sees us will be changed. I hope that she will be able to love her birth parents for giving her life, and love Jeff and I for nurturing, guiding, embracing, sustaining, and keeping her safe. We love her with everything we are. We know that she is ours and hope that she will always love us the same way.
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