Here we are watching as all of the children are being taken inside the Civil Affairs Office in Changsha, Hunan, PRC. CaNoodle is being carried by our guide, Chris. We were all in shock; he had told us that the girls will be coming in the afternoon but low and behold, it was 10A and there they were.
This is Mom and CaNoodle in the first couple of minutes. More comments on that further on down.
And here we are 1 year later! She has buck teeth and grown a full moustache!
Maybe I should find a more current picture! This was taken last weekend as she was playing in the laundry drying on the line.
There are several names that people have been calling their special day. I have heard terms like, Gotcha, Metcha, Handoff. We are going to celebrate Adoption Day. Yes its a great day for us but on that particular it had to be one that was most terrifying for CaNoodle. If you think about it, she was taken from everything she knew that was "right" and left with strangers. The nannies that made the trip from the orphanage to the Civil Affairs Office, about an hour and half drive, were so upset that the children that they had been caring for were not going home with them. There is no way we can look at from where she came and say that she was not loved within the scope that the orphanage could provide.
And the other reality; somewhere in the world, there is a mother and a father who had to make a very difficult decision. I choose not to think they made a cavalier choice. CaNoodle was found on day 4 of her life. She had to spend several days with someone and that someone looked into her eyes when she slept and ate and a bond of some kind had to have been formed.
On our Adoption Day, we will celebrate and remember it all.
There are several names that people have been calling their special day. I have heard terms like, Gotcha, Metcha, Handoff. We are going to celebrate Adoption Day. Yes its a great day for us but on that particular it had to be one that was most terrifying for CaNoodle. If you think about it, she was taken from everything she knew that was "right" and left with strangers. The nannies that made the trip from the orphanage to the Civil Affairs Office, about an hour and half drive, were so upset that the children that they had been caring for were not going home with them. There is no way we can look at from where she came and say that she was not loved within the scope that the orphanage could provide.
And the other reality; somewhere in the world, there is a mother and a father who had to make a very difficult decision. I choose not to think they made a cavalier choice. CaNoodle was found on day 4 of her life. She had to spend several days with someone and that someone looked into her eyes when she slept and ate and a bond of some kind had to have been formed.
On our Adoption Day, we will celebrate and remember it all.
