When you adopt a child from a hard place, you often hear the phrase "She's so lucky to be in your family". While I understand the sentiment and the thought behind this phrase, the truth is quite the opposite. We are the lucky ones, and while that is a cliched answer, it is quite true. Chloe's story on the other hand is born from loss. Loss of birth family, loss of her birth country, loss of identity. You might think she is too young to grasp these things, but let me tell you, she understands it all. She has had hard hitting questions about her birth family since she could form sentences. She so deeply misses her birth mom and will ask me repeatedly why she was abandoned. There are no easy answers unfortunately, and as I try my best to give age appropriate answers, its heartbreaking to see the tears stream down her face at the unfairness of it all.
Chloe was watching Netflix on her tablet the other day, and before I could grasp what was happening she came running to me with tears streaming and deep guttural sobs. She had been watching Prince of Egypt and was absolutely crushed by the scene with Baby Moses being placed in the basket in the river. She just kept repeating "the baby is in the river, why did the mommy leave the baby in the river?" between sobs. I have never felt so helpless. She crawled in my lap and just wept for the longest time. There is a certain cry that is so deep, and so filled with loss, that comes from her soul and it breaks my heart. We both sobbed, and I told her how God had a big plan for Moses, and I know he has one for her too. But it’s still just not fair.
