but our Adoption Agencies annual Adoption Family Picnic sure was. Last year Cat and I were in Russia when the picnic was held in Toronto and I remembered thinking how wild it was that this year we would be be able to attend it with our family and Roman.
Poof, it’s a year later and we are off to a summer gathering of families created via adoption from Russia. The picnic brings together hundreds of families from across Ontario with one important thing in common, parenthood came to us through a cosmic cabbage patch.
The conversations are what you would expect at any family picnic. Parents braging about our kids and sharing tips about everything from immunizations to swimming lessons. However, there are some conversations that are unique to adoptive parents. We talk about immigration woes and attachment techniques. Instead of birth stories we swap our adoption stories. Paper cuts instead of contractions and tales of navigating notorious Russian traffic and airports,translators and orphanage visits. Instead of a delivery room we became parents in a court room.
For the children, the joy in the air was as bright as the sunshine. For them it was all about playing with their Russian friends and forever families.
The day ended with Roman and his girlfriend Anastashia riding off to their next adventure in his little blue wagon
