On our trip, I think it was Friday, Luna and I were in the kiddie pool. Luna was having a ball in the kiddie pool. Sometimes she forgot to crouch and she would sit. When she did that, the water came over her mouth and her nostrils and she would look in panic until I told her to stand up so she could breathe. It was pretty funny if she wasn’t trying to drown herself.
While we were there, I saw a young Asian girl. And her dad. He was overweight, tall and a red head. My mind immediately said "she is from China". Luna started to play with this girl. The girl smiled at Luna and tried to kiss her. I asked the dad what her name was. "Sonya. This is her first time in a pool. She loves it! We weren’t sure how she would handle it." We exchanged ages (Sonya was 20 months old, Luna is 23 months old) and watched the girls play. Sonya was pretty carefree. She went right up to me.
Inside my head I had tons of questions. "When did she come home with you?" "How has the transition been?" "Are you planning for another?" But I couldn’t. How do you ask? Is it rude? I just don’t know.
Inside my head, I also thought of Perrin, 1 day short of the referrals. Karen, 14 days short and Stephanie, 5 days short. And how in a few months, they will be with their daughters. And I watched thinking how much this man must have gone through waiting and the whole adoption process, from the paperwork chase, to the DTC, to the LID to The Wait to Metcha Day. And how I had never realized how much was involved before I met my bloggers.
I later ran into Sonya and her dad on the elevator. He was at my meeting as an exhibitor for Corning (well known for that 1970s Corelle dishware). I never got a chance to stop at his booth, but Sonya was on my mind for a long part of the meeting.