But still, I’m not adopted. Neither are my kids, so it took a little soul searching for me to realize why I cared as much about the adoption posts as I do about the bully posts. And when I got it, it was the middle of the night, and I was having a particularly stressful week, and I absolutely couldn’t sleep. So I wrote it all out, then sat on it for about a week, edited it, and sent it to Carrie. She said she would try to include it sometime in the next year. At that point, she was considering featuring one story every month.
I didn’t hear anything else, so I figured it was not meant to be. But then last month, she wrote me and told me she had chosen to feature my piece in this year’s 30 Adoption Portraits in 30 Days series. I was so stunned. I had hoped she could use it in some way, but the story I’m telling belongs to others, to my niece and my grandfather. To have it included with the stories of those who carry adoption experiences of their very own is humbling. And it’s an honor. Thank you, Carrie, from the bottom of my heart.
You know, if you’re a regular reader, that I don’t put much about my sister out there. It’s the one story I want to tell most that I spend the most energy not telling, largely to protect my niece. But, if you would like to know a little more about my family’s dynamics, please take a few minutes to read the post over on Chicago Now. You’ll note that it also features another of my personal heroes, my Mom.
Oh – and here’s a gratuitously adorable picture of Kay from this summer.
Jessie Powell is the Jester Queen. She likes to tell you about her dog, her kids, her fiction, and her blog, but not necessarily in that order.