NATIONAL ADOPTION DAY

TL 11-22 NATIONAL ADOPTION DAY

11-22 AN ADOPTION STORY

I hear writers tell those who have not been writing very long (like me) that we should write about what we know.  Let me tell you, if there is a subject I could write about until next Tuesday, it is the subject of adoption! 

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Today we celebrate adoption with NATIONAL ADOPTION DAY!  The challenge I face is to share something with you today that I have not shared with you in the past – LOL!  I have let you know quite a bit about my childhood (because it was so amazing) but today I want to share my very first Thanksgiving with you – the one at Grandpa Frank and Granny LaVella’s farmhouse.  Oh, by the way, I was only 7 months old so I don’t remember a lot about it.  I’ll do the best I can with the narration.  Wink!  😉

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There is one word that quickly springs to my mind when I think about my life as an adopted kid – LOVE!  Yeah, I was an only child and maybe in some ways I was a little spoiled, but I knew the word no and I knew the checking account was not bottomless.   These people were hard-working folks and I learned to appreciate what I got.  I cherish my Granny’s homemade things more than a solid gold Cadillac.  Does anybody remember that song from 1961?  It was one of my mama’s favorite songs:

Given my mama’s love of R&B and my daddy’s love of Country – is it any wonder I am so messed up?  It was rhetorical, folks…  don’t answer that question!

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Even though they liked all kinds of music, my parents were pretty united in their beliefs and ideals.  They raised me to be comfortable and at ease around them.  I knew I could say anything on my mind without fear of judgment.  There is not a question I could ask that would make them “unlove” me.  They raised me to be a secure woman of faith.  How can I repay them?  I can’t, except to do my best to live up to the standards they set to honor them.

Now that mom and dad are gone, I’m left to live by the code of conduct they raised me with.  I never want to say or do anything to bring shame to them, but more importantly, I want to be the person God wants me to be.  I miss my folks and sometimes in the shadows, in the quiet of the evening – I think I hear them speaking to me.  I’ve had a few dreams about them and when I wake up, reality hits me in the face.

SOMETIMES IN THE SHADOWS

So…  was I spoiled???  Not so much – I was just loved.  Really really loved! 

 

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