ADOPTION A PERSONAL GIFT
NOTHING MORE GRACIOUS AND GIVING THAN ADOPTIVE PARENTS.
AND NOTHING MORE SPECIAL THAN AN ADOPTIVE CHILD.
OFF OF THE FRONT PAGE, AND OUT OF THE EDITORIAL SECTION, THE TRUTH IS …
That adoption for me, in my blessed life has been the second most miraculous gift, following that of birth.
Affirming first that of my own birth, of course, followed then in some mandatory naturally occurring expected chronological order, by my wife, and then of course my blessed children, and now their gift to me and we again, our grandchildren – their children.
This ride called life, and its start as an adoptive child, is so spectacularly special to me, I can not truly find the words, to express to the reader in words, feelings, or thoughts, just how magical and essential it is to this child’s life’s -- very journey.
Without my adoption, and life commitment by both my amazing blood and mutually nurturing parent pairs, I would not only … not be here, but would not have the gift of the wondrous quality of life, that I so now cherish, daily.
I realize, this divine gift, which at least two parents typically give, or possibly more, and a loving family sustains, in order that a child, such as I, could not only be given life, but be given a life time of living, is a gift beyond words, such as sacrifice, investment, or parenting.
It is a very special gift, that we who are lucky enough to be well adopted children know well. Yes, sadly, as is true in all things, sometimes bad things happen to good people. A circumstance for which I wish I had a magic wand, so that I could erase all such unfortunate happenstances, for everyone, always.
Life does not promise happiness, but … if one is lucky enough to have joy in one’s heart, bliss in one’s soul, and periodic laughter ringing from one’s tummy to and out of your lips, then it is indeed a very good day, and possibly in context, a very good and hopeful life.
The reality of adoption comes up in those unexpected serendipitous counter pointed moments in time, such as when you are feeling down, being disciplined, or disciplining, and a fleeting
nano-thought of “only being adopted”, and not really a part of this family, inexplicably pops up.
Different yet related to that same feeling of that oft childhood adventurous, perhaps necessary imperative -- of wanting to run away from home -- but with the added threat/promise of running to your fantasy of your real home.
All parenting, all births, all families, are of course incomparably essential, and authentic. My point here is only to say, without any sense of diminishment anywhere, or to anyone, that adoptive parents are quite extra special, and sing to a different siren’s verse within that same nurturing parental song. A theme once sung … resonating throughout one’s life, and that of your child, and their children, in a most positive, unexpected and unique way.
In my mind such a unique way, that in a time of today filled with the usual dribble and drab of this and that, similar to that, as is grandly familiar across all time in perpetuity, that adoption is indeed a preeminent celestial gift to the adoptee, and the family of adopters.
So, please … well away from the rhetorical flourish and the spiritually immobilizing moral blather of the charge and counter charge, from the polarized rights and lefts, it is good to remember, that out there, and in here, there are actual children, growing and now grown, who without the investment of self sacrificing adoptive parents, would not have our life, or the lives of our children.
I’m just trying to say: Thank You … Thank You Marion; Thank You Johnny; Thank You Ernest; Thank You Rita, as well as, my dearest Jeni, and Justin, and of course my resultant and now deeply extended families, whether deceased or alive ... I Love You …
THANK YOU!
AND NOTHING MORE SPECIAL THAN AN ADOPTIVE CHILD.
OFF OF THE FRONT PAGE, AND OUT OF THE EDITORIAL SECTION, THE TRUTH IS …
That adoption for me, in my blessed life has been the second most miraculous gift, following that of birth.
Affirming first that of my own birth, of course, followed then in some mandatory naturally occurring expected chronological order, by my wife, and then of course my blessed children, and now their gift to me and we again, our grandchildren – their children.
This ride called life, and its start as an adoptive child, is so spectacularly special to me, I can not truly find the words, to express to the reader in words, feelings, or thoughts, just how magical and essential it is to this child’s life’s -- very journey.
Without my adoption, and life commitment by both my amazing blood and mutually nurturing parent pairs, I would not only … not be here, but would not have the gift of the wondrous quality of life, that I so now cherish, daily.
I realize, this divine gift, which at least two parents typically give, or possibly more, and a loving family sustains, in order that a child, such as I, could not only be given life, but be given a life time of living, is a gift beyond words, such as sacrifice, investment, or parenting.
It is a very special gift, that we who are lucky enough to be well adopted children know well. Yes, sadly, as is true in all things, sometimes bad things happen to good people. A circumstance for which I wish I had a magic wand, so that I could erase all such unfortunate happenstances, for everyone, always.
Life does not promise happiness, but … if one is lucky enough to have joy in one’s heart, bliss in one’s soul, and periodic laughter ringing from one’s tummy to and out of your lips, then it is indeed a very good day, and possibly in context, a very good and hopeful life.
The reality of adoption comes up in those unexpected serendipitous counter pointed moments in time, such as when you are feeling down, being disciplined, or disciplining, and a fleeting
nano-thought of “only being adopted”, and not really a part of this family, inexplicably pops up.
Different yet related to that same feeling of that oft childhood adventurous, perhaps necessary imperative -- of wanting to run away from home -- but with the added threat/promise of running to your fantasy of your real home.
All parenting, all births, all families, are of course incomparably essential, and authentic. My point here is only to say, without any sense of diminishment anywhere, or to anyone, that adoptive parents are quite extra special, and sing to a different siren’s verse within that same nurturing parental song. A theme once sung … resonating throughout one’s life, and that of your child, and their children, in a most positive, unexpected and unique way.
In my mind such a unique way, that in a time of today filled with the usual dribble and drab of this and that, similar to that, as is grandly familiar across all time in perpetuity, that adoption is indeed a preeminent celestial gift to the adoptee, and the family of adopters.
So, please … well away from the rhetorical flourish and the spiritually immobilizing moral blather of the charge and counter charge, from the polarized rights and lefts, it is good to remember, that out there, and in here, there are actual children, growing and now grown, who without the investment of self sacrificing adoptive parents, would not have our life, or the lives of our children.
I’m just trying to say: Thank You … Thank You Marion; Thank You Johnny; Thank You Ernest; Thank You Rita, as well as, my dearest Jeni, and Justin, and of course my resultant and now deeply extended families, whether deceased or alive ... I Love You …
THANK YOU!
posted by don regan at 10:11 AM
1 Comments:
Spectator: Thank You for the following comment.
"...This is a beautifully written piece about the benefits of adoption, and perhaps because of it, you may cause great joy to parents who adopt and especially to those who are adopted by nurturing families...."
Additionally then ..
It is never easy, Spectator, and never has been. Don't be fooled, it will never be easy, nor should it be.
But well intentioned "responsible" adults can, and do traverse the bureaucratic sea, here in the United states, and in the State of California daily.
It is certainly no more complicated than trying to do the same thing abroad.
The need is clearly here, we don't need to go to another country or even another state.
As to costs, there are some, and there is often remuneration for the adotive parents. In my personal experience, recently, the costs are minimal, but surrendering to and respecting the the system, and the people who work in it is highly recommended, if not mandatory, and not fully unjustified, nor unrewarding.
As long as one does not try to shortcut, there is little or less problems, and laywers are not needed.
Legislation is not required here, in my opinion, but only committed adults need apply.
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