Memories

Last night I stayed with Elizabeth for a little while before she went to sleep. We were talking about what it might be like when the child or children we adopt come to our house. Eventually Elizabeth asked me to tell her about when she was a baby. I feel guilty because I have been very bad about recording things. Information in her baby book is rather sparse. But then it makes me sad for other reasons. I can at least tell her about my memories from when she was born (or bor-en as she says), and I can work on writing these down. But I won’t have those memories for children we adopt. I can and will tell them about their adoptions and about their country. But they have a history before us…being adopted doesn’t wipe that out. And when they ask, there is so much I won’t be able to tell them.