Home is where the heart is. But, for my daughters, their hearts aren’t just under my roof.
As internationally adopted children, I know a part of them still resides in their birth countries. As they grow up as red, white, and blue Americans, Elle is still Russian, and Bunny is still Guatemalan.
And I love that about them.
We recently celebrated Bunny’s Adoption Day, the day we brought her home. Although I punted on making tamales, I did have cake. While we enjoyed her red velvet cake, she asked when Elle’s A-Day was. It’s in June. Then she asked when her daddy’s A-Day was and then when was mine.
We told her we didn’t have A-Days because we weren’t adopted. Then she questioned our citizenship. Apparently, she thought A-Day meant American Day and not Adoption Day, because for her, her A-Day is both.
But as American citizens, the girls will have few opportunities to learn about their birth countries. I often wonder if they will learn enough American history as it is, so I don’t hold much hope for them to learn Russian or Latin American history…unless we teach them ourselves, or at least expose them to their rich birth histories.
One way we plan to teach our children about their heritages and give them a chance to soak in their birth cultures is by taking them back to where they started, back to their birth countries.
As high school graduation presents, we want to take them back home. I can’t change the circumstances of their births, I wouldn’t want to, but we can give them a chance to go home again, to see where they came from and how far they’ve come.
I think about Red Square in Moscow, one of the most unique and beautiful places I have ever been, and then I think about standing there with Elle. It gives me goose bumps just thinking about it.
I look forward to taking them back to their birth countries and seeing it through their eyes. I’m just glad it is a little way off because I don’t want them to grow up too fast.