As an adult I’ve gotten very comfortable with sharing the fact that I’m adopted. I think it helps people get a better idea of why I feel the way I do about life in general.
Last year one of my kids guardian who happens to be her aunt with no kids of her own, told me her sister is pregnant. Mind you she is raising her sister’s daughter and son already. My response was, “your going to have another child”. I don’t think that was her first thought, though. I understood this and honestly, it makes sense. She was at the end of the day in a situation not of her making. I appluad her for not only stepping in but making personal sacrifices.
Right before Christmas break she stopped me to ask how my meeting with my biological sister went. I told her great and how we’re constantly chatting and texting. She went on to thank me saying that I helped her make the decision of taking responsibilty for the third sibling. But I don’t deserve a thank you. I should thank her, for her life commitment to the three children. She could have easily said no and I nor anyone could fault her. Yet, she decided it was important to keep this family together. That she will be there when these children need a shoulder to cry on. To be up in the middle of the night when they can not sleep. To read the same story one hundred times because they just can’t get enough of it. That no matter how tired she is, she will get them prepared for school. She, will put everything else on the back burner simply because these three children need just a little more from her.
These children, of which at one point I was also one, have no choice on where we end up. All we want is to have some one put their HOPE and FAITH in us, give us a CHANCE, to be.
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