I got my comments all together from this week, and then realized that I wanted to do something slightly different. Instead of making a silly letter like I usually do, I wanted to compile everyone’s comments on adoption. They inspired me. So many thoughts and experiences on adoption in all its forms. So here you go. Dear You Guys….On adoption. Thank you!
All the text below are exact sentences taken from your comments.
This is all you guys, and not me.
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Dear You Guys,
Wow! What a great story! I love your dad’s letter. It’s very touching and you can feel his love for you. What a wonderful man….
What a great dad! I love this story, it made me smile :)
I’ve never read that letter! It’s beautiful, and I loved seeing the pictures. Mom is totally pregnant with me in that first picture. Thanks for the shout out that I helped make your eighth year interesting. I’m glad you’re my sister!
There’s something to be said of man who chooses to be in a child’s life. Though the love of a father for his new baby girl is the same as that of a father for the little girl he adopted. Both are as strong, but only one was a conscious, well-thought out, jumping feet first kind of a choice. I admire that about your adoptive father. And my husband as well. (He hasn’t legally adopted the kids yet, but…) He chose to marry this single mother of 3 just a few short years ago. He welcomed me and my children into his heart and we’ve been blessed since. It’s so nice to read about the experience from your point of view, as a daughter.
I can’t say that adoption has effected me personally…yet. My husband and I hope to adopt one day. When we first went to the adoption agency and I began to think about it, I began realize how much adoption was in my family. Both of my grandfathers were adopted. My uncle is adopted. 2 of my great uncles have adopted children (3 between the two of them). And for as long as I can remember, since I was a little girl, I’ve wanted to adopt.
I was adopted at birth by both my parents. I wonder if they said something similar. My older brother (not blood related) was adopted too.
What a beautiful post with sincerity and concern by your Dad for you as a person. Also what beautiful memories for you, too. Our oldest son was adopted as an infant. We later had two children the traditional way. We love all three the same and have every day of their lives. Thanks so much for sharing. You’ve made my day!
Isn’t it amazing how vivid meeting with the judge to finalize adoption can be? I still remember the three times I participated in that with my brothers and sisters. (Maybe it has something to do with getting out of school and dressing up on a weekday.) I’m so glad yours are good memories.
I didn’t know you were adopted when you were eight, or that your biological father died when you were so small. Eight was a big year for me, too. (Getting baptized and my mom died).
Oh how the tears came unbiddingly to my eyes and streamed down my cheeks as I read this.
My dad adopted me too. It was the summer between 4th and 5th grade. I entered 5th grade with a new last name. It was hard for everybody to understand. I was embarrassed but proud of my name change. I remember the ugly dress my mom made me wear to the courthouse. The judge asked me a question, and I replied, “Yeah.” because I was so nervous. I got in trouble. I cried and told him I was nervous. His sterness broke, and he smiled. I relaxed and continued to answer his questions with a “yes, sir.” or “no, sir.” It’s a powerful thing; adoption. Whether you’re a child getting two new parents to love you, or just adding one. It changes your whole life.
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Liz, I am seriously amazed at how many people have shared their own adoption stories with me this week! I never would have guessed. I feel like we all have an extra special bond now!
Wow, Lolli! First, I love that you tailored your letter, and I can see why!! Second, I’m also adopted, though as a baby. I’m sure it’s totally different situation when you are 8.