This is how neurotic I am: When I heard about the earthquake in China this morning, I wondered about our birth mother. Did she live in the Sichuan Province? Was she okay? If she does live there, did she loose anybody she loved?
China is so massive that the chances that our birth mother even felt the quake are slim, but I have come to identify anything Chinese as relating to our adoption. Everything seems personal. Chinese traditions and culture have become part of our family, who we are.
I wish I could send a tiger hat to our birth mother. I wish I could hold her hands and tell her that we think of her often and pray she migh have health, happiness, courage and safety.
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