I was adopted because my amother wanted a girl. She definitely had a particular kind of daughter in mind when they adopted me...I know this because of how she tried to force me into her ideal of the "perfect" little girl....pink everything, bows, flouncy dresses, mary janes...the whole dreamy picture.
Too bad for both of us that I was a tomboy who loved jeans, riding horses, climbing trees, and getting dirty in general.
Now, every case may not be so overt, but in any case, how, as an adoptive parent, does one reconcile what you dream of to be the special image of a child that you hold in your mind, and the reality of the adoptee that you actually end up with?
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