I had somewhat of an epiphany recently about the word "connections." If you've read my "Why" section, you'll know that I feel strongly about our connections to our loved ones and how these connections are essential to our well-being, to who we are, who we are a part of, and where we belong in this life. What I realized is that there is one important fact that I did not include in my Why section and that is WHY connections are so important to ME!
Those of you who know me well already know that I was adopted as a baby. I was raised by two loving parents who were unable to but who desperately wanted to have children. It was a private adoption, facilitated by my aunt Beth who knew my birth mother and was married to my adopted mother's brother, Uncle Harvey. I was brought home from the hospital, I believe, by a couple of my aunts (see photo below). In fact, on my birthday this year, one of my cousins commented to me on Facebook that she remembered when they brought me home saying she "was so excited to see you being carried into your new home wrapped in your Christmas stocking, ..." While I grew up an only child, my mom had a lot of sisters and brothers, so I was always surrounded by lots of cousins. I was indeed blessed.
Sometime after my mom died (and my dad died when I was a teenager), my aunt Beth called me to ask if I was interested in meeting my birth mother? Wow, what a question! And not one I ever anticipated being asked. It was one of those things that you always wonder about but you are sort of afraid to really go there. My mom always told me that she didn't have any information about my birth parents. I found out she was afraid to tell me anything for fear of losing me. Long story short, I did meet my birth mother and my half-sister, who is a few years older than me! My birth mother has since died, but my sister and I stay in touch with one another. An interesting aside note, the first time we got together after Randy and I moved back to the Dallas area, I sat across the table from my sister and looked into her eyes and it was like looking at my own eyes. I'd never had that experience before!
That brings me to the point of this story - I was reminded on Sunday in church, which happened to be National Sanctity of Life day, of the fact that I could have ended up not ever being born. You see my birth mother, who found herself pregnant and not married to the man who participated in getting her pregnant, told me that he offered her money to end the pregnancy. Despite being scared and not sure how she was going to make it since she already had one child and was not married, thankfully chose to not terminate the pregnancy. And as He always does, God provided a way for her (and me) through my aunt Beth and my parents. So now, I am blessed to have many, many connections in my life. And I have a photo album with lots of photos of many of my cousins that my mom collected through the years and I treasure it and the connections that I have to all of them!