She was serious, and miserable, and grief stricken. She struggled through each day in a sad stupor, and we were worried. She had been through a trauma that I can’t even fathom, given to complete strangers by the people she trusted and loved…
She has every reason never to trust an adult again, and to grieve her losses for years to come.
But somehow, there is an inner strength that has allowed her to open up, to smile again, to let herself be happy, to begin to like us, and to laugh.
This is the part of adoption that I love the very most. To watch a little person open up, to blossom, and to begin to find their place in their new family. I love that I get to see her begin to feel more secure with us, and to learn to love the people who love her so dearly. I love that we get to see her find her joy, and learn to laugh again.
And she does laugh. Not a lot, but when she does, it is the cutest. And she smiles. A lot. And she plays, and she is beginning to learn that we are her people.
Is she attached? Does she trust us? Of course not, but we trust that she will. She is opening up…
Happy one month, tiny P.