This realization brings us to our older daughter, Mezmur. Our strong and sassy girl. She was a little over two months old when she was separated from her primary caregiver. She never saw that person again. It may have been the one who fed her all her meals, let her sleep on their chest, and picked her up when she cried. It may have been the one she gave her first smiles to.
I could not imagine being separated from Mavis, knowing I would never see her again. I couldn't imagine what trauma Mavis would go through losing her family forever.
Adoption is beautiful, but it is also tragic. We hold Mezmur closer to us these days thinking about the loss she had at such a young age. We also think of the loss the one who loved Mezmur the most had the day they had to let her go.