Preparations. Resources. Emotions. Artistic perspectives and the most wonderful people there are! Generous beyond belief. Stories & tears. Processing.
I’ve been busy organizing and promoting this event, to which Jackie says: “I like your life!”
First: it was an off hand coment, but she only speaks what she means. And this beautiful information slipped her lips and stopped me in my tracks and filled me with giddy joy.
Also, I think she is following in my footsteps. She is drawn to eloquence and speaking engagements.
After hosting the wrapping up of the event, where I didn’t take myself too serious, I heard a few people that seeing me up there made them want to do MC work. They either thought I was cool, or they thought that if I can do it, goofing off connecting with the audience, they could do it too.
As I have been planing this event about adoption, and being more outspoken for the orphan care bringing it on the forefront of our community’s mind, in the back of my mind I think of my daughters who are two of the most well adjusted kids I know. Their feet are strongly planted and their self-assurance, process of healing, courage, clarity, ease of heart and mind. Our journey can be described as beauty from ashes.
And the last thing I want for my kids is anyone’s pity. I think they also cringe when people start to look at them differently, with worry or concern for their past. All of a sudden we can start to victimize kids who have been adopted, though we have the best intentions.
The orphan spirit has been drained from our system. I don’t want it back. Their story of redemption is powerful but I can see how it can become tiresome. They are more than kids who have been adopted. Bringing this topic up has become burdensome for a while. I look forward to resetting and refocusing on living life and letting adoption be a small part of their identity and journey. We are all more than something that happened to us at some point in life. Imagine always bringing up your touring point, your redemption, your rescue, your forgiveness, your scar.