Several years ago, I was part of a discussion with some other parents about our children's adoption stories. It was expressed by one of the parents that they wished their children had the fairy tale coming home story that many children being raised by their birth families had.
That really resonated with me. Adoption, to me, is the redemption of a deep tragedy. A testament that beauty can rise from the ashes.
At the time, I was being treated for Hodgkin's Lymphoma and was having trouble sleeping due to some of my medications. One night, after a day of chemo, this story poured out, a gift from God. I slept like a baby once I had finished it. I hope to write down Baby B's story one day to share with her as well.
I've never shared our story in this way on the blog before. It's meant too much, and seemed too precious and sacred to share. It was never the right time.
There you go! If you have an adoption story to share please feel free join the link up and check out some of the other blogs here, to get started.
~ Aleah Bea