Reality of an Older Adoptee
Just before we left to return home I captured this picture of AJ taking a break in front of the playroom window.
He was getting yet another cold, he was tired, and to me, he looks so alone. In reality, he was trying to escape stimulation, something that he continued to do at home when he got there. He used to stand at his favorite window with his cars and watch the cars on the street go past the house.
To me, he looks sad, so lost, so orphan-like. It is one of my favorite pictures because it captures who he was and what he left behind. Deep down there is still so much of that little boy in him though. I catch glimpses of it every once in a while when he stops to look out a window or when he lays on the floor to play with his cars.
That afternoon, Eric and I made our final decision and signed our petition to formally adopt AJ.
It was April 1, 2005.
I’ve seen that little look on my son’s face before. A bit like they’re off in their own little land. My son seems to be caused from symptoms of an overgrowth of Candida. Although, he did score close to being on the spectrum…many of the concerning symptoms have melted away since he began his therapy at school. Your son is adordable!