shape

We all have people in our lives – some good, some bad- that shape us. ~Some crime show on CBS after Big Brother tonight

My daughter shaped me. I know that sounds bizarre since I hardly know her, but somehow the whole event of her birth and everything that led up to it and followed as a result of it changed me:

Her adoptive parents showed me that love and goodness can come out of a mistake, not just anger and judgment.

The anger and judgment I felt from others taught me how to live independently.

The mistakes I made taught me to forgive others for theirs.

Watching Gracie grow up happy makes me realize that not every mistake has to turn into a regret.

I’m not a perfect person: I’m selfish and ungrateful and pessimistic. But Gracie’s birth illuminated another side to me that I didn’t know was there: a side of me that believes in joy, peace, goodness. And for that I am grateful and optimistic.

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  1. Did you give her up for adoption but are still lucky enough to see her and spend time with her? I'm just wondering because I see pictures on the right side of your blog where you are holding her? I too am adopted, so I'm just curious? Thanks.

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  2. WOw, that's the most UN selfish thing I've ever heard anyone do, that must have taken every ounce of courage and maturity you had to make such a wise choice. Sure is wonderful that they send pictures and let you follow her life. Thanks for letting me know that, be blessed.

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