My daughter was two when I first met her at the orphanage in Russia. I knew nothing about the first years of her life, and she has no conscious memories of that time—but an elaborate fantasy life that she cultivated gave me a glimpse into how she may have experienced her early years.
"The Therapeutic Value of Playing Our Adoption Game"
My daughter's vivid fantasy life brought therapeutic benefits to both of us—and a whole lot of fun.
