Many times every day, I wonder about our beginnings. How important are they, our very early days? Days we have no control over, days when we are at our most vulnerable, days we won't remember.
On the road preparing for adoption, there was time to read and read and read. Early brain development, the effect of pre-natal trauma, the impact of neglect and the possibility of healing... It's all fascinating when it's still abstract. And then suddenly, very suddenly, it's not a set of floating concepts any more. Those ideas are firmly tethered to a tiny body sleeping fitfully in the newly decorated child's bedroom, and the vulnerability takes my breath away.
The sheer vastness of the courage it takes for this child to put her hand in mine... that moment of touch is a privilege. She has absolutely no idea how precious she is.
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