Tuesday, May. 17, 2005 - 6:18 a.m.
Cost of the War in Iraq
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Where Your Foot Fell
I have been watching a video about the problems of adopting internationally... not the adoptions with all the bureaucracy, but rather, the children who are taken out of what they knew, and thrown into this new strange world. It is sobering, indeed it is.
I don't know if I can do this.
It is really like my sister who was adopted at a year and a half and then we had to give her up when she was 6. She just never decided she wanted to stay with us.
How you hate yourself when your child won't let you near, when she hides in the closet and screams for five hours and cringes when you look at her. When she mutilates herself and bites you when you come near.
And to think that now I wonder sometimes if I am doing ok.
ok, gotta get some sleep.
It does indeed give oneself pause.
And it does make me grieve yet again.
I almost want to ask "what did i do wrong". Like it is some punishment. Some failing of some god somewhere.
But I know that isn't true.
He just happened to be where your foot fell.
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