My good friend LaReen came along with me for moral support and was a great help. We had an interesting time trying to explain directions to the taxi driver, especially because none of us knew the area of Shanghai where Mason was staying (including the taxi driver). Well, we eventually found it, and I gave the driver a decent tip (tipping isn't generally expected in China for most services), and he said he would wait for us to bring us back (and bring himself back to his usual territory). Thank goodness for LaReen and her mad Chinese skills!
So we walked to the home where Mason was staying and knocked on the door. I was excited but not nervous, as I thought I would be. I planned on playing it "cool" in front of Mason, not forcing anything and allowing him to get used to me before getting too close. Well, that wasn't necessary. His Healing Home (foster) mother answered the door holding him, and within a minute, he reached out for me to hold him and called me "Mama". Ahhh- my heart melted. The two of us interacted beautifully, and the whole thing went better than I expected. Like a dream, really!
The two of us got to know each other a little better, and then it was time to pack up his things and head for the taxi. He was really quiet on the ride home, sitting in my lap (There aren't seatbelts in most taxis here, and carseats aren't required), and he eventually fell asleep.
Back in my arms again, at last!!!
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