Ukraine Adoption

School and friends

Tara clutched her pink Barbie lunch bag and walked right into her pre-school this morning. She put her red coat on the hook with her name like she's done it a million times. She seems to be enjoying herself, her independence, her new friends. I already feel like she has this social life that I know very little about. She cried a little when I left; she greeted me with giant hugs and kisses on my cheek when I came back at the end of the day to pick her up. Her teachers say she is doing very well and getting a little more confident each day. I knew she was holding back when, after her first day, they described her as a quiet, reserved child. Hah!

Each day, she shows more of her true colors, her cheerful expressions, her silly antics. She has some sweet new friends, including a little girl named Natalia who speaks Spanish at home and English at pre-school.

I look around at all of their precious little faces, their nice clothes, the brightly painted walls and their YoBaby yogurt snacks. These children don't even realize how fortunate they are; every day, their loving parents pick them up and take them home.