Today is the Mid-Autumn or Moon Festival in China. People visit their families and honor their ancestors and think about their loved ones on this day. They also eat beautiful pastries called mooncakes, which are filled with nuts, seeds, red bean paste (my favorite), egg yolks, and assorted stranger ingredients. Some years we properly celebrate the Moon Festival, but it kind of snuck up on us this year. I didn't have time to make mooncakes (our Americanized version has apricot jam, raisins, and nuts for filling). But we did go outside and look at the moon. And it was huge and beautiful.
I have always imagined that my girls' birth parents might think of them on the Moon Festival. It IS a holiday to honor loved ones far away. I figure it's as good a time as any honor the people who created my children. I wish I could tell them how grateful I am to them and how much I love their daughters. At least I know that we all look at the same moon.
So this evening I took the girls out in their pajamas, all clean and sweet from their baths. We looked at the moon and wondered if their birth families and Katherine's nannies and Rachel's foster family were thinking of them. Katherine waved at the moon and said "Hi, China Mommy". Rachel blew kisses. Then we said "Zaijian" [goodbye] and went inside.