Tonight, on PBS, a documentary is premiering about a family adopting an 8 year old from China. The film follows the family to China, through the adoption, and continues through the first 18 months after they return home.

The trailer is here: http://www.pbs.org/pov/woainimommy/

Watching it made me all weepy-eyed. I don't know if I can watch the full film. Do I feel like churning up my emotions like that? Am I in the mood to be a total mess tonight? I don't know.

Why is it that even 11 years after our adoption, those emotions are still so raw for me? So close to the surface? It makes no sense. I was just thinking yesterday "I'm over wanting to adopt again--I like our family the way it is. We're comfortable, settled." And then just a short clip from an adoption film changes all that, and I'd pack my bags and be off to China tomorrow if I could.

It's what made writing Lucky Baby so damn difficult and exhilerating. I adore both my children--adopted and not--but there is something about the adoption experience that has grabbed my soul and won't let go.

I'd encourage you to watch the documentary tonight if you can. I'd love to know your thoughts. And if the film speaks to you, maybe read Lucky Baby as well. Reading the description of the movie, I was surprised at the parallels to my story. It was encouraging to see that I'd done a good job on being realistic with the story line (minus the magical realism, of course.)

I think it should be a good movie--the little girl in it is adorable, and it looks like they're taking a pretty honest approach to adoption throughout, showing both the negatives and the positives. It will be available to watch online, too, through the end of November.