Well school has started and it is in full swing. We just received a letter home about the weekly classroom board. Each child will be asked to bring in family pictures and details about their birth and experiences in school up until they got into this grade level.

When my other three children had this class assignment. It always made me cringe. I knew they did not have baby pictures and birth history to put on paper. They didn't know how long they were or how much they weighted. They didn't know the doctors name who delivered them. What little we did know. We used. What else they needed we improvised.

It just always made me so sad that I could not take away the pain of my child and fill in all the information for them. You could see the hurt in their eyes.

We would often cuddle up and talk about what a gorgeous baby they must have been. How awesome their eyes were and we both wondered together if they looked like their mom's side of the family or their dad's.

This seemed to make it a little bit easier each time we talked and let the feelings out. It also helped to hold each other and cry together. God placed a mothers heart inside of me when I adopted my kids. I felt for them, with them and I often knew when they needed me. It was like a sixth sense.

At least with my Angela. We know all the details but one. We know how much she weighted, what color her eyes were, how long she was, where she was born and who delivered her. What we have no information on is ...Who her biological father is.
No name is on her birth certificate.

For me it is easy to point at my husband and tell Angela I know where she got those eyes. She looks at my husband then I giggle and say Nope...God painted them just like daddy's just for me.

We both are happy with that answer for now. But for many of the children of foster care and adoption. This is a very difficult assignment for them to do.
It opens up so many emotional issues. Things they may not be ready to talk about for years to come.

I always tell foster and adoptive parents to take lots of pictures. Then they can focus on vacations and special events on those school boards and the children will not even think twice. Well not until they are much older.

But what do we do with the raw feelings that this assignment brings up in our child? How do we deal with it? It is then that I think we need therapy and warm hugs the most.

Life is a twisted road as it is. We try each day to keep our path and make it through without to many issues. It causes all the more stress when we are slammed with the big issues right in our face.

For some of us it gives new meaning to the funny phrase....Who's your daddy? For others it causes a delima. I dread the day Angela and our family will face that question. God can only give us the real answer then.