We had a great time with our family this weekend. Amazing how fast the time went. Two days have already gone by and it seems like an eternity since they were here. Lately, I can’t stop thinking about how our son’s foster and birth family must feel.
It won’t be easy on the foster family as they will be letting him go in a few weeks. They have raised him since he was a newborn and we are eternally grateful to them. I have started to write a letter to the foster family, but it’s not easy to put your gratitude into words. Luckily, I found a great Chinese proverb to end our letter (I know, not Korean but I thought the meaning was spot on): It goes like this: “An invisible red thread connects those who are destined to meet, regardless of time, place, or circumstance. The thread may stretch or tangle, but never breaks.” As they count down their last few days, I hope that they can take comfort with the fact that he will be deeply loved.
At night, while lying in bed, I also find myself thinking of the birth family. I wonder whether his young mother is comforted that her unselfish love has given her son a world of opportunity. For her, I hope that she is able to find love and happiness. She was described by the agency as shy. May she grow into a strong, confident, outgoing woman. For the birth father, I wish his time in the military to be a safe one. He was described as adventurous and allergic to apples. My hope for him is that he can take that adventurous side and experience all that the world has to offer. I know this time for the birth family must bring back a world of painful memories. Because they have given us such a precious gift, we will do everything in our power to live up to their legacy.
Our son is very lucky in that he has three different families that deeply care for him. It really is about the thread that runs between us. All for one special little boy.
