I feel I’m floating as I leave the coffee shop. We’d connected! I did it! Tonight I’d try to convince his dad that this non-threatening, non-judgmental approach is the best. Let the boy experience his idea of freedom, on his trip back into his [pre-adoption] past. When he’s exhausted, he’ll come home on his own. Just keep connected. . . .
[My husband] doesn’t share my sense of joy over meeting Michael. “Who was this guy who signaled to him? He may have been a pimp, or a beggar master. Didn’t you look for the police?”
“I wasn’t trying to interfere with Michael’s life. I just wanted to connect with him. To let him know we cared.”
“Are you out of your mind? He’s a kid. He needs protection, not approval.”
“Well, it’s clear he doesn’t want our protection. We have to let him be.”
“Let him be? He won’t be anything at all but a druggie and a street hustler if we let him be.”
“I’m meeting him next week. I’m bringing him a sweater.”
“You’re out of your mind.”
From Snapshots, A Story of Love, Loss, and Life, with permission
Copyright © 2010 Cathy Sosnowsky
Granville Island Publishing, Vancouver, B.C.