They Remember More than We Think...

Last night when we were outside, Meghan noticed a "jet plane" flying overhead. We live below the route many planes take from Green Bay to Minneapolis, so we see many of these "jets". This one stuck out a bit, though, because it was flying lower than most, so you could see it more clearly. Anyway, she must have told Caleb to look at the plane, because all of a sudden he started crying very hard. He was honestly petrified. I finally was able to calm him down enough to talk to him, and he pointed to the plane and kept on crying. I then asked him if he was afraid that the plane was coming to take him away from Mommy and Daddy, and he said "yes."

Caleb flew home to us (with Keith and my MIL) when he was 18 months old. He's now 24 months old, and he still remembers. It really blows my mind sometimes, how much he does remember, at such a young age. Needless to say, we spent the rest of the evening reminding him how much we love him, and that we're going to be his mommy and daddy for the rest of our lives, and that we will never, never leave him. (We tell this to him all the time, and especially every night. We have found that it helps him sleep better, if he hears this right before he goes to sleep.)

Anyway, I just wanted to share that there are still times that his transition is difficult for him. I hope that he does remember Guatemala, and especially that his foster family and birth mother loved him very much. However, I do certainly hope that he eventually forgets the hurt, pain, and terror the changes must have caused.

Take care,
Kris