A young woman sobs when she learns she is pregnant. She nurtures this fragile life until the day she hears her daughter's first cry. A world away a couple waits. Their months of patience end and the labor to bring their daughter home begins. Tears of joyful release flow when they hold her at last.
Da Count this week is for adoption. One of my cousins and her husband just came home yesterday from picking up their daughter in Guatemala. Their little girl was supposed to be home back in May but various things have delayed it until now. Tomorow we have a surprise 60th birthday party for another cousin and our newest family member's arrival is sure to be the icing on the cake for the day. The whole family has waited in anticipation. I can't wait to meet her!
As I'm counting her adoption I have to count my own. Mine was arranged before I was born. Unlike hers it occured at a time when secrecy and shame still surrounded so many adoptions. Fortunately I had parents who believed in honesty so I did not experience that in my own family. It's not uncommon to meet people who think that I should have some sort of deep psychological scar due to being adopted. A friend who is a psychiatrist even asked me what my main maladjustment was since he'd never met an emotionally healthy adoptee. I laughed in his face and said he ought to consider that his population sampling was a bit skewed given his line of work.
Is my family perfect? Far from it. Do I have lingering questions about my birthfamily? You bet. But at the end of the day I was wanted, waited for, and welcomed with love and that's something to count. And I can't wait to meet my newest cousin this week too!
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Have a great weekend!