Today is my son’s adoption day. We didn’t do much besides say, “Today is your adoption day.” It just wasn’t that big of a deal for us. It was fun to go the courthouse and get that official document, but it really only confirmed what we already knew. We were officially a family.

Perhaps if my son had been older and he understood what the day represented, my husband and I would have stronger memories of the day. As it was, my son thought it was just another part of the party called December. Then again, maybe we wouldn’t. I’m not one hundred percent sure when my adoption day was now that I think about it. I know my arrival date and I know all the stories about the day that I became a naturalized citizen, but I’m not sure we ever really talked about my adoption day.

I suspect that adoption day (for my son) will gradually fall into the “unremembered” category. After all, after just two years it’s already reached the “mention in passing” category. With my son’s birthday and Christmas already inhabiting the month of December, I’m pretty sure it will lose out and I don’t think I have the energy to try to save it.

The positive side is that we have the picture from his adoption day displayed in our dining room in the picture frame that our social worker gave us. It’s a wonderful picture with us, my parents, my husband’s parents, the judge and our social worker. My son gets it down off the table on a regular basis and shows us all of the people in it. He’s rather awed by the fact that both sets of grandparents are in the picture at the same time. The day itself might get forgotten in the shuffle, but the moment is captured forever.

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