I adopted a child and something quite unexpected happened. Suddenly there was a “something” that seemed to pull me along through a newfound state of exhaustion wrought by sleep deprivation, midnight feedings and single motherhood.
We were followed by the amused glare of a total stranger (think Shrek with sunglasses). “She’s not yours, is she?” he said, thrusting himself between myself, my shopping cart and the chicken.
As a Caucasian woman, I enjoyed anonymity I was never even aware of, but that instantly changed on April 7, 2004, when a six-month-old Korean boy was placed in my arms… and I became a mother.
With adoptions from China there is a certain logic and order followed for every single adoption. This was important, especially because of Kirsten, who was eight years old at the time.
