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.
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.