Shifted and Shepherded

I want to start with a disclaimer. The following is not aimed at anyone in particular. If you are reading this, it is likely you are a personal friend of our family and have kindly taken time to read about what’s going on. Maybe you played a part in bringing our children home. Maybe I see you on a regular basis and you love me and my family. Maybe we are simply acquaintances, but you are invested in this adoption in some way or another. If so, you may see yourself reflected in some of the descriptions below.  It's not you. This is the most 'it's not you, it's me' post there will ever be. I do not mean any of the following as a condemnation, criticism, or even correction. If anything, it is an explanation of the pause, or the fluttering eyelids, or the nervous laughter you might receive when you ask how things are. I have a second disclaimer. What I write below should not be taken as a request for you to stop asking. When you ask how we are, how the children ar...