We have headed to the beach the last two Saturdays. It has been wonderful on so many levels. One reason, in particular, is that the last two weeks there has been a sweet grandfather and his granddaughter there. The first Saturday when Anna Mei spotted them she came to me and said that girl looks Chinese just like me. Indeed, the grandfather and granddaughter were full blood, mandarin speaking Chinese. My Anna Mei was so drawn to them. She spent a bit of that first Saturday playing with them, and enjoying their company. On the way home, she was full of questions about her past. Questions that I will never be able to fully answer, but that I am always willing to talk through with her.
The next Saturday, much to our surprise, the grandfather and his granddaughter were at the beach again! They smiled warmly at us, and Anna Mei instantly began playing with them. As I watched from my chair on the shore while rocking Molly Kate, I cried softly, because out there somewhere is a Chinese grandfather who will never know my Anna Mei as his granddaughter. It was just too much for my heart that Saturday to contain, and so quietly, under my glasses, I let a few tears spill as happiness surrounded me. The loss that my babies have experienced is sometimes much more than my heart can bear. Seeing my baby girl expressing her frustration over not understanding mandarin, and discovering that some Chinese children still live with their Chinese families was a blatant reminder that this great loss will always be lurking. It is a part of who my children are, and, while it doesn't define them, it does shape who they are as well as who they are becoming.
It is so hard to grasp the brokenness of it all, and the fact that, because of my children's devastating loss, I have gained so much. My children are some of the greatest blessings God has allowed me in this temporal life. I rest in knowing that God is completely in control, has never left my babies, and will use all of their moments for His good. I am so thankful for these interactions in this life to remind me of this, and to bring about precious conversation with my treasured girl.
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