In my mind and heart (and apparently fantasy land) I had a plan to connect Damian to his siblings through the shared pain of adoption. It was beautiful, painful, and memory searing for Maya and Noah, but not for Damian.
I was excited to talk with him on Sunday about Saturday’s sharing. I asked him if he remembered what Noah and Maya discussed with him, he simply responded , “Yeah we talked about some boring stuff. Hey mom can you bring me some more gel pens when you come tomorrow? And did you know that snakes sometimes eat rocks when they are hungry?”
Sometimes no matter how hard you try you can’t find the unicorn you are looking for. Today a little piece of me believes they may not exist at all.