Seeds of Adoption
Sunday, January 11, 2009
"Mommy, am I adopted?" I remember asking years ago. It was a time in my life when I was grappling with identity issues. Patiently and firmly my mother reassured me that I was really her biological daughter. Yes, I even remember thinking that maybe when I was a baby in the hospital I accidently was sent home with the wrong parents.
As foolish as those ideas were they were the beginning of my awareness of adoption. A few years later my aunt and uncle adopted a little girl. Another seed was planted. Do you remember The Roy Rogers and Dale Evans Program? My brother and I watched it every Saturday morning when we were kids. Roy Rogers was my hero. When I was nine we saw Roy and Dale in person at a show in Kansas City. The highlight of the event for me was at the end when all of their children came out on the stage. Many of their children were adopted.
How wonderful it would be, I thought, to have an international family of my own. I dreamed of having little children from many different countries.
But the years went by quickly and thoughts of adoption never surfaced, Until....
Sometime in my forties I realized that my chances for my dream family with a mommy and a daddy and a white picket fence around their little home with lots of children playing, was fading.
"You could still adopt," a friend said. But I was reluctant to even consider raising a child as a single parent.
"Check it out," the same voice continued. So I did and today sixteen years later I am joyfully raising two girls precious. The seeds planted years earlier grew.
When did you first think about adopting? Can you trace it back. More often than not seeds were planted years before you finally adopted. I don't believe it was an accident that I finally adopted. It was part of God's plan for my life all along.
My girls frequently tell me that they are going to adopt too? I won't be surprised when they do.
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