It’s been awhile since I’ve added to this list of people deserving of recognition for unselfish acts of generosity or kindness, or both. Tonight as we were dining out on casual fare at a local favorite, COHO, in recognition of our daughter’s last night with her old folks before flying on to a wedding in Colorado, and then home to prepare for her ballet company‘s next season, my husband related a very touching story about a coworker. And because we’ve been married 41 years, I knew the punch line before he said it. In fact I held my hand up to his mouth, telling him not to say anymore because I was already choking back tears. You see, my heart strings are tied to my tear ducts. So it’s an automatic reflex. My heart aches…my eyes tear.
My husband’s co-worker and her husband have one young child whom they adopted as a newborn, from someone serving in the military. A loving couple who dote on their youngster, they were getting ready to adopt a second baby. Upon flying east to meet with the young parents, it was learned that they were giving up their newborn for the money. Having lost their jobs, and with another child to care for, letting someone adopt their second child was their only financial option. Not one they wanted to take advantage of, but felt they had no choice. And the punch line is…do you know it already?
My husband’s co-worker and her husband gave the baby’s parents the money…without taking the child in exchange. We’re probably talking thousands of dollars…given from parents who know full well what their first adopted child means to them…the whole world. The icing on the cake is that they will be the baby’s Godparents, and he will bear the names of a member of each side of their families. So as my wise 25-year-old daughter said…while one baby was the intended adoptee…
an entire family…was adopted…enough to bring tears…to anyone’s eyes………hugmamma.