“Mommy and me trying to take a picture with my squirmy cousin, Sommer.”
Sommer, Anabelle, and their pacifiers.
Since we came home with Anabelle, someone from church has given us a gift every service! Some of them (I won’t mention any names) have given Anabelle multiple gifts. Maybe it’s just because she’s our child but I have never seen a child so loved by so many people before!
Though we are extremely thankful for each gift, there were some that had more sentimental value. Allow me to explain. Have you ever felt closer to someone because of a similar experience in life? God allowed you to connect because He has brought you through a journey much like theirs.
When we announced our decision to adopt, it was amazing for me to see how many people in our church have gone through adoption, both as an adoptive parent or an adopted child. Each one of them gave us wonderful nuggets of truth that helped us on our journey to Anabelle. Sometimes, it was just a simple, “We know what you’re going through and we are specifically praying for you.” Sometimes it was just a hug. Sometimes it was just a look and a nod- we knew what they meant. Our all-knowing God truly led us to Desert Gateway Baptist Church knowing that we will need the support of these specific families. Don’t get me wrong, everyone has been a great support but there is just a different way these adoptive families have been used of God to help us.
So back to the gift. We received a poem, placed in a frame. The author of the poem is unknown (there are so many “author unknown” poems that I’m going to start claiming some of them, just kidding). The poem perfectly describes what we have gone through. Get your kleenex out! This is a definite tear-jerker. Enjoy!
Legacy of An Adopted Child
Once there were two women
Who never knew each other.
One you do not remember,
The other you call mother.
Two different lives shaped your one.
One became your guiding star.
The other became your sun.
The first gave you life,
Ane the second taught you to live in it.
The first gave you the need for love,
And the second was there to give it.
One gave you a nationality.
The other gave you a name.
One gave you the seed of talent,
The other gave you an aim.
One gave you emotions.
The other calmed your fears.
One saw your first sweet smile.
The other dried your tears.
One gave you up- it was all she could do.
The other prayed for a child.
And God led her to you.
And now you ask me through your tears,
The age-old question through the years.
Heredity or environment- which are you a product of?
Neither, my Darling, neither.
Just two different kinds of love!