I remember when Nico first came home to us he had a lot of silent tears. You'd look over at him and see that he was crying--tears would be pouring down his face and his face was pained-- but you wouldn't know it if you didn't look at him because he was completely silent. I have heard that's pretty common with children who have been in orphanages. They learn that there's no one to comfort them and so they don't bother crying.
Today that happened with Wildarne. She hit her head really hard on the cabinet and tears were pouring out of her face and she was strained in pain... but she didn't make a noise.
Nick and I took turns holding ice on it and holding her, and I just kept thinking about how different it is from my kids. I am always getting frustrated at them for whining and complaining and crying over things for which I don't think warrant tears. But the truth is, I'd prefer that to the silent tears. I was reminded of how very much children need a mother's love. And how grateful I am to have the chance to fill that role for these children...
I love my life.