This past week has been a hard week. Ab is realizing more and more that this change is permanent and what he is missing.
He sat one night in my lap and cried because he missed his family and Ethiopia so much. Twice he has asked to call Ethiopia and even proceeded to give me the number.
He has hugged and kissed more times than I can count. He is constantly giving Greg and I things. From candy to stickers to food. He has a backpack that he keeps stocked with his favorite things (and I have even found food in it)
It seems as if he is trying to earn his love.
It breaks my heart to see the pain that he is going through. Even though it is what his parents wanted and what is best for his life, it doesn't minimize the pain he is going through.
Adoption is a blessing to our lives and I would start the process again in a heartbeat....but I do not want to paint a fairytale picture..especially for families in the process...I know it was such a help for me to have friends who were real and honest about the suffering part of it. It helps when you are on the path to know others were there and survived the journey :)