People often stopped me when Tim was young and ask if I was his real mother. I wanted to say, “No, I’m fake.”
I wanted to turn and walk away from the strangers who had no clue of the impact they made on my son and myself with their questions. But. I smiled, put my arm around Tim, and would say, “I’m real.”
Afterwards, Tim and I took time to talk about adoption and how every person in his life mattered. The loss and the gain in an adoptive child’s life is something to be considered and discussed. It’s a reality. Even so, the blessing of adoption is what rises to the top.
Now that Tim is a young man, I have many people tell me how they met him and how he positively impacted them. In some way, they genuinely add, “You must feel very blessed.”
I smile. I thank them, letting them know how blessed I am. The conversation often compels me to call my son, and tell him how proud I am to be his mother.
I’m thankful for the gift of adoption . . . for Tim and now my granddaughters, Madelyn and Sydney . . . understanding more than ever the words from Jeremiah 29:11:
For I know the plans I have for you,” says the Lord. “They are plans for good and not for disaster, to give you a future and a hope.
If, someone presses me about what adoption is all about , I will say it with one word, “Hope.”
Today, I’m grateful for adoption.
(written by Kerrie Carlisle Palmer © 2013 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED)