Sometimes I hear stories on NPR that confirm why I continue to sit through the jazz, endless rants about the war in the Afghanistan, and reviews of independent films I will never see. On Friday, as I was driving to work there was a piece on adoption (on NPR they are pieces, not monologues or segments), the piece was heartwarming, inspiring, and one that had to be shared. One of the regular hosts was interviewed about his experience adopting two girls from china, I have heard about the miracle of adoption, but have never heard such a poignant telling of the experience. The father described their experience this way:
“My wife and I, not having had children in the traditional, Abraham-and-Sarah-begat manner, have learned to make jokes about the way we've had our family. ("Pregnant! Why would you do that? Those clothes! And you can't drink for months!") Jokes are sometimes the only sensible answer to some of the astoundingly impertinent questions people can ask, right in your children's faces. "How much did they cost? Are they healthy? You know, you hear stories. So why did you go overseas? Not enough kids here?" But we cannot imagine anything more remarkable and marvelous than having a stranger put into your arms who becomes, in minutes, your flesh, your blood: your life. There are times when the adoption process is exhausting and painful and makes you want to scream. But, I am told, so does childbirth.”
This is why I turn off talk radio and sit through the independent film reviews.
For the full story visit http://www.npr.org/templates/transcript/transcript.php?storyId=129301982
On a related (ish) note while preparing my Young Women’s lesson this past weekend, I came across this video, that while sappy is worth the 3 minutes it takes to watch.
1 comment:
I loved this too. I happened to just watch it earlier, and teared up a tad. Can't wait to see you guys!!
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