K.A.M.P. 2011

There were hanboks and do-boks, choco pies and shrimp flavored chips, bulgogi and chop chei, and of course, kimchi. There was the parade in traditional costume, a fan dance, and a Korean drum played expertly. There was learning how to count in Korean, taekwondo, how to make and eat sticky rice surrounded by seaweed, and please don't forget carpetball. There was a smile on the face of my eldest son when I handed him a Korean flag of his own. There were old friends reunited and new friends made. There were sporadic cries of, "Korean adoption means pride!" There was a parent session about homeland tours, which made us excited; a session by young adults freshly home from Korea speaking about birth family meetings, which made us cry.  There was a deep, inexplicable gratitude, for this community of friends, these fellow men, women and children who support us in our journey as an adoptive family. From my heart, kamsahamnida.