Last week we received two huge boxes in the mail from Hilton and Terry's parents. They were filled with things for our whole family. Each child received a new book. Keziah, Ezra and Clifford each got a blanket with a note attached saying they were filled with hugs from Hilton and Terry. There was a soccer ball with a note attached that said, "Thanks for teaching us to play soccer, now teach your new brothers". There was African Fufu flour, scrapbooking stuff for me, a book for Chuck (which he loves, Ellen). Games for the whole family. A 3-D puzzle that we plan to do on Thanksgiving.
And best of all, there were photos. Photos that Hilton and Terry arrived home with, of the whole family in Liberia. Photos of Hilton and Terry at home now, and their most recent school pictures. When we showed them to the children, I truly believe that Keziah was shocked to see what big boys Hilton and Terry were. I think in her mind, they were still very little. It makes sense. Hilton definitely looks like Clifford. They could almost be twins, except Hilton looks like he's a bigger build.
I really think there ought to be a name for the relationship between us and Hilton and Terry's parents. Here we are, on opposite sides of the country, raising full siblings. I have a friend here in Washington who has a relationship to the parents of her adopted children's full siblings. It is kind of odd, but wonderful. We have a lot in common with Hilton and Terry's parents. I have spoken to Ellen on the phone several times, and we have corresponded through email for a very long time. It seems like we should be related, and really we are through our children...there just isn't a name for it.