The truth is, as hard as I try, I'll not fully understand my daughter. Honestly, how can I? My birth mother packed my lunches with love notes and is, even now, just a phone call away. Jubilee's birth mother will remain a mystery for the rest of her life. My birth father threw me up into his arms when he got home from work, and grilled me a delicious pork chop just last summer. Hers?
Then again, I also don't have parents who chose me in an email. Who raised money to bring me home. Who sent me care packages to my orphanage. Who signed a piece of paper they didn't have to sign - while I sat shivering and crying in their strange arms - promising to love me forever no matter what.
Her story is layered and complex like...like a gourmet dish. My story is greasy-spoon diner-fare in comparison. I will never see life the way she does.
Which is why I'm so glad she's had a string of people in her life with whom she can feel completely understood. I pray she will always have friends like these!
|Sweet Xan, who has become something of a big sister to Jubi. Xan was also adopted by a petite blond lady.|
|Cutie pie Kai. He had just been adopted in this pic. Jubi and I went to be with my childhood friend Kathy and her husband Nick when they came to adopt Kai last month. Look at the little bond between these two already!|
|Jubi on Halloween with her friend Lily. Lily's mother and I were talking about these two long before they came into our arms.|
|Jubi sitting by her friend Maggie at a princess party. Maggie is Xan's little sister.|