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Showing posts with label Adoption. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Adoption. Show all posts

Sunday, December 4, 2016

Cool Video: Heartwarming Christmas Ad


I’ve been so delinquent with my blog lately.  I used to have filler posts between posts with more substance, but I’ve gotten out of the habit.  I’m not sure if the handful of people who read my blogs care, but I do feel I should post something every so often.  Here’s a nice occasion for one.  This is a Christmas advertisement.  I’m not even sure what it’s for, but it’s really cute and heartwarming.  I hope you enjoy it.




Hope everyone had a wonderful Thanksgiving Day, and try to put Christ into the Christmas season.  Actually, don’t just try; do it.

Thursday, May 21, 2015

Literature in the News: Separately Adopted Sisters Meet during Writing Program

I found this to be an interesting story.  Two sisters who had been given up for adoption as infants and had never met happen to be in the same writing class in college.  From the NY Times: 

Lizzie Valverde and Katy Olson were strangers when they enrolled at Columbia University a few years ago. Ms. Valverde is from New Jersey, while Ms. Olson had grown up mostly in Florida and Iowa.

Their lives crossed in January 2013, on the first day of a writing class, when they took part in one of those familiar around-the-table introductions that by the end had led them to a stunning realization.

These strangers were sisters.

The two women had come to Columbia to learn the finer points of storytelling and wound up in the middle of a doozy: an intertwined tale of their own that they say they could never have conjured.

Their shared story line — a chance reunion three decades after being born to the same troubled mother in Florida and then raised by adoptive families in different parts of the country — has been knitted together by years of curiosity on both women’s parts about their origins.

And when Ms. Valverde, 35, graduates on Monday with a bachelor’s degree in creative writing from the university’s School of General Studies, Ms. Olson, 34, who graduated last year with a degree in creative writing and is now pursuing a master’s degree in the same subject at Columbia, will be there to congratulate her.

It’s rather coincidental that both sisters landed at the same university, but both taking up writing?  That seemed more than coincidental. 

Once [in class], they sat across from each other in a classroom in Kent Hall, where the instructor asked the students go around the table and introduce themselves.

Ms. Valverde, who had registered for the class just minutes before it began, introduced herself and told the class, among other things, that she had been adopted as a child and was raising a young daughter of her own. She also disclosed what she described as her goofy obsession with the Olsen twins.

Ms. Olson was stupefied.

“It looked like she was having a panic attack,” Ms. Valverde said.

Ms. Valverde’s personal information matched closely what Ms. Olson had recently discovered about her own adoption and biological family. She realized that the classmate across the table could be her biological sister.

And later we learn

from an early age, both were relentlessly curious, driven and passionate about writing, though they both also dropped out of high school and did not follow the conventional college-to-career path.

OK, now that’s the human level of the story, and you can go to the article to read more of it, but what was further interesting was that their birth mother, Leslie Parker, had herself always wanted to be a writer.

In an interview on Thursday, Ms. Parker called the reconnection to her daughters an answer to 30 years of prayers, adding, “I felt like the world was coming full-circle.” In the years since putting the girls up for adoption, Ms. Parker raised three sons while continuing to struggle through a meager existence.

She said she always wanted to be writer, but a hard-knock life riddled with poverty, drug abuse and emotional problems had been too much to overcome.

As a teenager, she let the girls go because, she said, “I was not in a position to raise them,” adding, “If I had raised them, they wouldn’t have had the privileges they had,” as adopted children.

“They’re brilliant, beautiful young women,” Ms. Parker said. “In them, I see what I had the potential to be. They’re both living what I always wanted to be.”

So here’s the question.  Is the desire to write, especially write creatively, a genetic attribute?  I don’t know, but what an unusual story, and I would be willing to bet the two sisters will one day collaborate on a book about it all.

One last thing, and as a side note, what a wonderful thing Leslie Parker did in not aborting the two girls.  You constantly hear how it would be better for the unborn child not to be born given certain circumstances.  How?  And why when so many people want to adopt.  Here’s a final quote from Leslie Parker.

“I’m glad I chose to have them and gave them the chance at life,” she said. “I’m not religious, I’m spiritual, but if you don’t believe in a higher power, you would, when you heard their story.”


Now that’s great true life story.

Monday, May 19, 2014

Matthew Monday: In Shymkent

I can’t remember the exact day, it was either this past week or this coming week, but this is the fourth anniversary of the day we first met our little bundle of joy, Matthew! 

There he was at the Baby House—an orphanage—a little eight month chubby, smiley, cutey-pie wrapped in tons of baby clothes.  The rest is history.   

I have no idea who Son Pascal or Anuar Nurpeisov, or whoever is in this video.  I just stumbled across their song, called Englishman in Shymkent.  Shymkent was the city in Kazakhstan where Matthew was born and orphaned, and where we grew attached to our little one.  My wife and I spent six and a half weeks there the first leg of the adventure.  We got to know the city fairly well.  I post this not for the song—it’s not bad, but nothing special—but for the background sites of Shymkent.  I recognize most of them.  The other language sung in the video doesn't sound like Russian, so I think it's the local Kazak language.







Thanks to all the people in Shymkent for your love and little baby.  And now for a picture from that first day, here are my wife and Matthew.

 

 
 

They certainly fed them well over there.