Was at a meeting last night, and my rabbi handed me a baggie with some Purim goodies - a belated treat bag - this year, I barely noticed that the holiday had come and gone. I burst into tears at the unexpected kind gesture.
Hello Rahel and I am so very sorry about this whole mess...I have come back here many times so that I might be apprised of the situation and also to marvel at your strength and resolve...this story haunts me because as you point out so eloquently, we should be looking at the child’s best interests and this is so clearly not the case…
I have no doubt that you have exhausted every possibility and have considered every contingency so I’m not offering any suggestions but maybe you’ll find what I do have to offer helpful in some way…
Hope is that thing with feathers* and I believe that there is hope for a child who’s loved as this one is...regardless of what happens in the long run, this child will always have had the experience of being truly loved and taken care of in the way we hope all children will experience...where there is such love there is hope for that child’s ultimate well-being regardless of its circumstances...you and the adoptive family have given this child an extraordinary gift..
My thoughts and prayers are with you....
Maryse
PS *I paraphrased Emily Dickinson…
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