Well, I gotta tell you that I am shocked and amazed to be here, again. This was not in the plan. I figure if you are here, then you've made it over from Listening for Lyric and you pretty much know the drill, already. If not, then check my About Me (or hey, read the old blog, it's a joy all by itself) that'll get you caught up enough to get started.
This time, I feel like it may be somewhat different. With Lyric (who shall be known as "Q-Boo" in this blog- Luna gets to be the star of this one,) I was a mess, an anxious mess, desperate to fulfill the decades old dream of adopting a little girl from China. I had very little trust in the system and I was terrified at each step that something would go wrong. Q-Boo was two years old when we adopted her, she was a baby, and I really felt like anything that I said in her blog would not matter in the grand scheme of things, she'd have little memory of those times so it was okay to just talk. Luna will probably be six before we can get her home, she will have memories, and so I may be a little more careful about what I say here because she will have an opinion about all of this, also.
I've done this before, I know the drill, my anxieties are much lower, and I am sure that that will inform the words that I use. Luna may be a little more protected but not any less loved and wanted. Really, I know that all of this -both of these blogs- are really MY memories and MY experiences and that, ultimately, the girls will form their own.
My bro-in-law was the youngest of seven. Luna will be the last of seven. I remember that my sister said that Bro-N-Law's mom used to say that he was "The Bonus." I've never really understood that until now. Now, I so get it. It's a story and we have time. So settle in and strap on your belt, here we go again.
- A
