Adoption Sunday 3rd November
I turned on the radio this morning and discovered that today is Adoption Sunday. Never having heard of it, I looked it up on the internet, and apparently it is intended to invite us to join churches throughout the UK to celebrate our adoption into God’s family and consider what we can do to support the thousands of children living in care. It also denotes the start of National Adoption Week.
Having been a foster carer in the 80s, I know first hand of some of the traumas and issues these kids have to face. If they misbehaved, many faced the possibility of being farmed out somewhere else and become someone else’s problem. A lot worked the system because it was the only way they got noticed, got a new wardrobe of clothes, and a whole new army of sympathetic listeners. Most of the kids I looked after wanted the security that they wouldn’t be given up on, that someone would be there for them when they needed to talk over their problems, concerns and worries, that someone would basically CARE. For my part, I found fostering hard work, but one of the most rewarding things I have ever done
One of my favourite films is The Glenn Miller Story, not just for the music, but I liked the actors Jimmy Stewart (May 20, 1908 – July 2, 1997) and June Allyson (October 7, 1917 – July 8, 2006) who played the leads. Their son Stevie and daughter Jonnie were both adopted.
The Real Katie Lavender by Erica James and The Honey Queen by Cathy Kelly have main characters who were adopted. The stories are very different, and so in contrast give two sides to a very important issue. In my opinion, they are both good reads by the way.
The gift of a child is very precious. I am not a Mum, so can only imagine how wonderful an experience it must be. Years ago, I wrote two poems for friends who had just had their first babies, one a boy, one a girl. They are very similar obviously, having been written within weeks of each other. The children concerned are now approaching 40 and probably have families of their own. I doubt very much they will remember their Mum’s friend who wrote them.
So for all of you who have been blessed with children, however they came to be in your life, these are for you:
The Next Generation
Perfect in detail from the tips of her toes,
To a cherub face with a cherry nose.
Two eyes that shine, two hands to clutch
At two outstretched arms that love her so much
Hard to believe that from one so small,
These two tiny legs all too soon will walk talk.
Your tiny New Baby, an Angel on earth,
The miracle of life, the wonder of birth.
The New Arrival
These minute hands and feet so small,
This tiny body that may grow tall.
Two trusting eyes gaze into mine,
This is……. our Love Divine.
These little ears, this crop of hair,
A child with parents who truly care:
This Man-Child in my arms complete
Has more strangers yet to meet.
Born upon a sunlit day,
This Son means more than words can say,
This wrinkled face and button nose,
Our Love is what this baby shows.