But I’m not superhuman with some special skill that the “I would get too attached-ers” lack. After five years and 22 kids, my husband I have learned to embrace it: when you love these kids hard and well, when you love them as your own, heartbreak is inevitable. Saying goodbye is hard when you say it…and before you say it…and after you say it…and sometimes forever. It’s a unique kind of loss, the kind where the person you lost keeps on living–just without you. I carry deep and daily grief with me. I cry. I mull over happy-memories-made-sad by missing characters. I live with a stomach that doesn’t quite know where it belongs, sometimes sitting in my throat and sometimes dropping to the ground. My children–two who are mine through biology and two who are mine through adoption–grieve as well. They, too, are part of the attachment dynamic, and they, too, cry and remember sadly and deal with a flip-flopping stomach. They talk often about their “brothers” and…
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