We just received new pics of our soon-to-be son yesterday. He is beautiful. He is amazing. He is a tiny-for-his-age eight year old squinting into the sun. I wonder if he even questioned why they were taking his picture? If there was even a little flicker of hope in his mind that someone, somewhere could be requesting a picture of him(we did)? For me, receiving them was like getting those ultrasound pictures when my own babies were in utero...a little glimpse of someone very very special, someone you dont know yet, but who your whole world is about to revolve around.
And yet I am finding that the adoption journey, especially the adoption of an older, special needs child, is a weird, lonely trail. Unlike pregnancy, most other moms don't have a story to tell you. As a matter of fact, most people don't even know what to say except "Are you crazy?". So they just don't say anything (which may be preferable in some cases).
But there are those people in your life who you really want to get on board: namely your close extended family members like the grandparents, aunts, and uncles and very dear friends, all of whom will have something to do with welcoming (you hope) this little person into their new life. Of course the underlying hope is that they will eventually warm up to the whole idea.
For now, it is enough that we are warm to it.
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