- We don't laugh at the same jokes. We can't even share jokes.
- She doesn't know why I am being silly and lovingly teasing.
- She can't tell us if she likes lima beans or cookies.
- She can't tell us what she did at school (granted the boys don't do this either).
- We don't know her interests. Although, we are figuring out she loves Babies.
- She doesn't share our love of being outside.
- Her idea of lots of activity is climbing to the kitchen stool 3 times a day.
- We don't know if her behavior is just 'her', or adoption related.
- We are different and yet the same - we long to know each other.
It is tiresome to live with a child on whom we have imprinted NOTHING.
I want her to become her own person, developing loves, likes and dislikes. However; I long for the day when we feel like a family. When it feels likes she is one of us. When we really know each other, and are comfortable together.
I long for the day when I no longer walk around waiting for the next HUGE meltdown. I long for the day when she can really share her thoughts, feelings, memories and desires.
As the longing grows increasingly impatient with the passage of time. I was very touched to see her look like one of us - a little crazy and wild.
Here is our blossoming gun toting ballerina, letting a little of the boys wear off on her.