Hubby and I were enjoying an anniversary cruise to exotic locations. Dinners were at a set time with the same delightful couples. Breakfasts and lunches were "open seating."
During a delightful lunchtime "chance" seating... Dear Hubby and I joined two other couples. One couple was chronologically about 10 years behind us... and the other couple about 30 years ahead of us. The older couple started to say how they were celebrating an anniversary that actually occurred the month prior, but preferred to celebrate it while children were in school. They said September is a great time to sail, because most kids are in school... except homeschoolers!
I laughed and agreed, then confessed we were one of those "homeschool families."
I started to say something along the lines of "when we found out what they were and weren't teaching in school... we pulled them out..." But stopped myself mid sentence because while that is why many choose to homeschool, it was not why we homeschooled.
Darn! I didn't want to talk kids... talk RAD... again. Not here, not now... not in the middle of this gorgeous dining room, on this gorgeous day with delightful people cruising in the middle of the sparkling cerulean sea. When will the pain of this journey of adoption be over?
I corrected myself and said, "actually..." years ago we adopted a special needs sibling group who were very troubled. Our daughter had 17 families before us when we got her at almost 6 years old. Homeschooling helped her... tremendously... but sadly the process of becoming an adult reawakened many of her and her half biological brother's abandonment issues. They've been estranged from us for 4 years now...it's heartbreaking... "but what can anyone do, except pray for the best for them"
The older gentleman to my right said... I know exactly what you're talking about. He patted my arm and assured me that me and my husband gave our kids what they needed... and that is what is important.
He shared how he and his wife had five beautiful girls when a commercial on tv encouraged viewers to become foster parents because there was such a tremendous need. The couple made a call and became foster parents to a young baby.... had him for 2.5-3 years and were able to adopt him. This man kept talking about his youngest daughter (in past tense form) and shaking his head... and referring to the fact that of his six kids, he and his wife only had three "remaining"... (he didn't specify... and seemed like he felt he was already talking too much about it... but it sounded like at least one of his kids had been "lost" through estrangement... like there was a grave price for the biokids to pay because the adopted child required so much of their time and energy and attention, he kept inferring that his biological children suffered... greatly.)
As this adoption veteran, who served so many years before us, was patting my arm and consoling me... he seemed to take comfort in his own words...
We've given these destitute kids what they needed when they were small.
That is what is important...
...and it hasn't gone unnoticed.
During a delightful lunchtime "chance" seating... Dear Hubby and I joined two other couples. One couple was chronologically about 10 years behind us... and the other couple about 30 years ahead of us. The older couple started to say how they were celebrating an anniversary that actually occurred the month prior, but preferred to celebrate it while children were in school. They said September is a great time to sail, because most kids are in school... except homeschoolers!
I laughed and agreed, then confessed we were one of those "homeschool families."
I started to say something along the lines of "when we found out what they were and weren't teaching in school... we pulled them out..." But stopped myself mid sentence because while that is why many choose to homeschool, it was not why we homeschooled.
Darn! I didn't want to talk kids... talk RAD... again. Not here, not now... not in the middle of this gorgeous dining room, on this gorgeous day with delightful people cruising in the middle of the sparkling cerulean sea. When will the pain of this journey of adoption be over?
I corrected myself and said, "actually..." years ago we adopted a special needs sibling group who were very troubled. Our daughter had 17 families before us when we got her at almost 6 years old. Homeschooling helped her... tremendously... but sadly the process of becoming an adult reawakened many of her and her half biological brother's abandonment issues. They've been estranged from us for 4 years now...it's heartbreaking... "but what can anyone do, except pray for the best for them"
The older gentleman to my right said... I know exactly what you're talking about. He patted my arm and assured me that me and my husband gave our kids what they needed... and that is what is important.
He shared how he and his wife had five beautiful girls when a commercial on tv encouraged viewers to become foster parents because there was such a tremendous need. The couple made a call and became foster parents to a young baby.... had him for 2.5-3 years and were able to adopt him. This man kept talking about his youngest daughter (in past tense form) and shaking his head... and referring to the fact that of his six kids, he and his wife only had three "remaining"... (he didn't specify... and seemed like he felt he was already talking too much about it... but it sounded like at least one of his kids had been "lost" through estrangement... like there was a grave price for the biokids to pay because the adopted child required so much of their time and energy and attention, he kept inferring that his biological children suffered... greatly.)
As this adoption veteran, who served so many years before us, was patting my arm and consoling me... he seemed to take comfort in his own words...
We've given these destitute kids what they needed when they were small.
That is what is important...
...and it hasn't gone unnoticed.
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