There is a reason that we call this an adoption journey. Its because it is a process and there is actually no end. Yes, the adoption is completed but its effects last a lifetime. Your mind is changed, your heart is changed, you are no longer the person you were when you began.
So, when you come home and you don't fit in, you are right.....you don't. No longer can you sit through pointless social gatherings and you become glassy eyed at the long spirited conversation your neighbors have about whose dog upset the trash can like it really matters. THINGS and the chasing, collecting and maintaining of those THINGS lose their glitter when you think of the sparkle that could be put on the face of a child for mere donated pennies or some of our time tying blankets.
You lose patience with those who cannot understand the urgency of the task before you....that children are crying. Children are dying. And the world keeps on shopping. Spending billions of dollars on things...that. ..don't.. ..matter. ....
When you look into the eyes of a child in the SWI you visit your eyes never see the world the same again. Most of the world "doesn't get it" and to those that do, we must stick together because otherwise its a
lonely place. For those of us who continually hear ion the back of our minds the crying of the children left behind, we cannot rest because we cannot forget. There is no silence. Our friends, families, spouses may not understand and we ourselves may not understand why we cannot make the crying stop or make the urgency end. So we do what we can do. We give what we can give. And often, we join in the crying.
The thread of hearing the orphan's cry makes me proud to be among you. While we cannot change the world at one time, we ARE changing the world. Each tiny step that seems insignificant is giant. Please believe in that.--written by Stefani, advocate for waiting children
So, when you come home and you don't fit in, you are right.....you don't. No longer can you sit through pointless social gatherings and you become glassy eyed at the long spirited conversation your neighbors have about whose dog upset the trash can like it really matters. THINGS and the chasing, collecting and maintaining of those THINGS lose their glitter when you think of the sparkle that could be put on the face of a child for mere donated pennies or some of our time tying blankets.
You lose patience with those who cannot understand the urgency of the task before you....that children are crying. Children are dying. And the world keeps on shopping. Spending billions of dollars on things...that. ..don't.. ..matter. ....
When you look into the eyes of a child in the SWI you visit your eyes never see the world the same again. Most of the world "doesn't get it" and to those that do, we must stick together because otherwise its a
lonely place. For those of us who continually hear ion the back of our minds the crying of the children left behind, we cannot rest because we cannot forget. There is no silence. Our friends, families, spouses may not understand and we ourselves may not understand why we cannot make the crying stop or make the urgency end. So we do what we can do. We give what we can give. And often, we join in the crying.
The thread of hearing the orphan's cry makes me proud to be among you. While we cannot change the world at one time, we ARE changing the world. Each tiny step that seems insignificant is giant. Please believe in that.--written by Stefani, advocate for waiting children
3 comments:
Yes, I don't fit in any more. Sometimes that makes me sad that my old friends don't see me as the same, but then again I am not the same!
I read this last night and thought of you.
wow -- that's good -- really good.
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