Last night I had a dream. Which is actually pretty rare for me, or at least the fact that I remember the dream is pretty rare.
I found a nearly two year old wondering around our house – he was the cutest and happiest little guy in the world, with big brown eyes and longish brown hair.
We called everyone, police included. It turned out the little one was dropped off for us to raise by someone who had left the country and we were recommended to talk to our adoption agency. So talk we did – there was lots of crying too.
How could someone just leave a child in a foreign country? And why not talk to us first? How do they know us and why did they choose us? Will the birth parents be at all involved in this child’s life? What has his life so far been like?
Mr. MPB and I knew we couldn’t say no to this child who basically fell out of the sky and into our arms. We quickly became a family of 4.
Little MPB was a wonderful brother, except on the very first joint daycare drop-off day when he didn’t want to share his friends and pushed his new little brother away.
First I must say, having been through the international adoption process, I realize absolutely nothing about my dream is possible (nor should it be). But clearly dreams are not based in reality.
I have no understanding of what dreams mean, but I do know this one made me wonder if my heart will ever be fully okay with our decision/reality that we will only have 1 child? I truthfully think a part of me will always long for a second child.
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