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15 days

Updated: Mar 26

When I started this writing journey, I promised myself I'd be as honest as I could possibly be, even if it meant leaving myself in a vulnerable place. If I was going to offer my adoption story to the world, I had to expose any emotions that came along with it. If I was going to help others, I'd have to be willing to give them something relatable. Something completely forthright and sincere. I'll share the essay I recently wrote on my adoption at a later date, but here's a glimpse into one segment of adoption from the child's side.


There was a 15 day period between my birthday and my gotcha day. I'm currently in the 51st anniversary of that time frame. It marks a small portion of my life where I was an orphan. Literally. I don't dwell on this snippet of time and let it consume my life, but I sometimes wonder what happened to me during those two weeks. Who took care of me? Was I left alone in a crib for hours? Was I scared? Do infants even experience fear? I was under the care of the great state of Kentucky, so that brings a little comfort. However, I was homeless and without a family. There are no pictures or stories from this time of my life, so it will always remain a mystery. It may also be the reason why I love the musical "Annie" so much! I'm confident it is the root of my insatiable desire to bring home stray animals. I adopted Brees and Lexi around the same age that I was adopted. Sorry hub. I can't help it.


To this day, I don't know how those 15 days effected me psychologically. I am by nature a people pleaser. In the past, I have had issues with being comfortable alone. These things could have stemmed from my infancy, but I just don't know. The nature versus nurture debate always left me torn. I see both sides. My personal experiences swayed me more towards the nurture side because I am such a beautiful blend of my parents. But what about those 15 days? Did they have an impact on my newly born mind?


My story had a happy ending. My gotcha day came quickly and I was swept into one of the most incredible families in the world. What a blessing! I've never felt unloved. I've never felt unwanted. I was lucky. My wait was only 15 days. During this time, I often think about those still waiting. I say prayers for them to find their forever home. I wonder if they're lonely or hurting. I hope they're safe and loved.


This year, I ask you to stop and say a little prayer for the orphans. There are thousands out there who haven't gotten their happy ending. I'm one of the fortunate ones trying to shed a little light on one slice of adoption. I'm still learning about the weird and wonderful world of adoption because it wasn't talked about when I was growing up. There were no national or world awareness days. There weren't support groups in most cities. There was no internet to communicate with like minded people. You were on your own with a few random friends that revealed their adoption story.


I hope you join with me in support of this wonderful cause, and spread awareness to those with questions. Share my posts, have them contact me on my website with questions, connect them with agencies who work with adoption, and pray for the homeless children of the world. It takes a village to raise a child. Sometimes the village isn't biological, but it's always formed out of love.

Here's a link to my children's book about my adoption, One Thing Missing.



This bald headed baby was one of the lucky ones!

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