During a phone call yesterday with the birth mother of one of my kiddos, she said, “When I tell people about ***, I tell them that I don’t feel like I lost a child. I feel like a gained a daughter and son-in-law. I know I would never be able to give *** the kind of life that you have given ***.” She gasped with excitement about how well her child of birth is doing.
Her words have remained with me today. I cannot help but be completely humbled by the blessing(s) I have been given through adoption(s).
Is it possible for tragedy and joy to collide?
I think it is.
In some ways, adoption is part tragedy and part joy all mixed in together. Tragedy and joy. Despair and happiness. Grief and hope. Such opposite ends of the emotional spectrum, and yet, a shared experience between two parties whose only connection is the precious life of a child.
If the beauty of adoption is ever questioned, please, take a look around at the children who have been adopted. They are the joy of eager grandparents, the hope of waiting mothers, and the happy fulfillment of sought after longings.
Birth mothers and adoptive mothers share a similar journey – tragedy, joy, despair, happiness, grief, and hope.
I simply cannot think of anything more beautiful.