My Unspoken Adoption Grief as a New Mother
My daughter just turned a year old, and I am filled with a wave of emotions as I reflect on her first year. Some of the pain is the typical bittersweet mourning of her outgrowing sleepy newborn snuggles as she gains new independence, but another part is atypical, as I process how radically different her first year was from my own. During the height of China’s one-child policy in 1994, I was left during the first week of my life in a public location. I was taken to an orphanage where I lived...
