Context
Context is everything, right?
So I just posted a one-liner and decamped yesterday; it was late, I was tired, I had just spent a while snuggling with the dotter, and I wanted input.
So Beth and YouKnowWhereYouAreWith responded, and I thank you both very much!
The thing is: Ages ago, pre-dotter, while I had drunk the Kool-Aid extensively, I thought Ms. Brown was a bit much. Her emails tend to be…um…harangue-y. And in the workshops, she’d take the kids off by themselves and not tell you what they did! Ack!
But here we are now, almost six years after the first time we held the dotter in our arms. She’s almost seven (Ack, indeed!). And every so often, I have to cuddle her at bedtime and listen to her missing her birthmother, and I have to tell her that while OmegaDad and I can certainly sympathize and understand, we can’t know exactly what it’s like.
Jane Brown is coming to Big City this spring, and I’m pretty sure I’m going to try to register us for the playshop/weekend. I asked the dotter last night if she’d like to go to an activity where there were lots of other boys and girls who were like her, who didn’t look like their parents, who were adopted, who missed their birthmothers, and there was someone who would do plays and skits and artwork and help the kiddos talk about missing their birthfamily and being sort of the odd one out.
She said yes.
Sooo…That’s why I was looking for input.
In the meantime, the dotter produced this artwork this morning. I thought it was grand:
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