by my Mother – retired social worker, adoptive parent, voracious reader
How many times have I looked at my daughter over the last seventeen years and been thankful for her presence in my life? Her laughter, her curiosity, her intelligence, and her humor have enriched my days and brought a kind of joy that I never could have imagined. The fact that we are together at all has sometimes seemed nearly miraculous to me. Out of all of the children who were in social welfare institutes in China in 1997, she was matched with our family. Adoption was just the beginning of a journey that has been filled with glitter and giggles, adventures and achievements, tears and travels, and most of all, love. How is it that I now am at this place where I question the very institution that created our family?
As with many caring people, my heart…
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