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I could tell she was dying to ask me something when she was listening to the nurse talk to me about adoption. Finally after taking the biggest part of the day, she came in to bring extra linens for my daughter and then started tidy up (really just moving things around). She had her back to me and asked if she could ask me a question. I responded yes. She asked, “Why would you do it?” To me a strange question and what was “it”. Okay, I kind of knew she was talking about adoption, but to say “it” and to phrase the question like that, kind of ruffled me. Adoption is not an “it” neither is my daughter an “it”. I responded, “Do what?” She said, “Why would you take her?” I responded, “Why wouldn’t I.” She said, “What made you want to do it?” I said, “I was adopted, so I knew I would adopt a child. When I was called about taking her and her brother with the purpose of adopting, I knew these were my children. I felt in my heart they were meant to be mine. So, how could I not want them? I am truly blessed to have these children and to be their mother.” She responds, “Why would you take two of them?” I said, “Because they are siblings and they were already my children and no different than my bio daughter.” She says, “This little girl is very lucky to have you.” I said, “You know I really do not see it that way. I feel we are very lucky to have each other and I cannot imagine my life without this child. She may be my more difficult and challenging child and even with all her behaviors, she is the one child I would not mind being trapped in a hospital room with for a week. More so than any of my children.” . She then told A, “You are a sweet and special little girl.” A. says, “Thank you, okay.”


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