Today was filled with housework, chores, homework and family time. This entry will be short and painless. I have not spent much time today dwelling about adoption and that is usually my typical day. It seems it’s always there, however, like the pea under my mattress. How could it not be? It is my child. Of course I think of her everyday and that means thinking about adoption. I do not want to forever associate her with adoption, though. I need to make an effort to separate the person she is from the world of adoption. How do I go about doing that? She is a complete stranger to me yet something so familiar. It is often so hard to wrap my mind around that. I can’t imagine being in her shoes. It must be even stranger.
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