Sometimes it is difficult to remember that my kids have a past that doesn't include me. That someone else loved them, or didn't. Cared for them ... or mistreated them. And while their opinion of the world was being formed someone else was guiding that, for good or for bad.
This video clip is a good reminder and a touching piece. Thanks to Christine for sharing it.
Carter in his crib in Russia
Miss M in the arms of her birth mother at relinquishment
Evan in the arms of his foster mother, who cared for him from the time he was 2 days old until she placed him in my arms at 14 months old.
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