contact information. The old feelings of
curiosity were stirred.
The;day;I;first;spoke;to;my;birth;sister
was surreal. Any question I ever had was
answered, and then some. I learned that
she was born to my birth parents eleven
months before me, and also placed for
adoption. After some time of searching,
she found our birth mother and learned
of my existence.
Within;a;few;days,;I;spoke;by;phone
with my birth mother. She shared she
had struggled with her decision to put
her babies up for adoption. She said the
decision was easier with me, as the orphanage had promised her that I would
be placed with my sister. Clearly that had
not happened.
Through many phone calls and learning family history, I concluded my birth
parents were a couple that had clearly
been;in;love.;But;they;each;had;experi-enced trauma and trials throughout their
lives,;which;seemed;to;keep;them;from
establishing a committed relationship.
One of my most delightful conversa-
tions was with my paternal birth grand-
mother.;She;had;amazing;stories;of;fam-
ily history. She shared she had met my
grandfather at a Christian missionary
college and that they raised children and
grieved the tragic loss of a son. She also
shared;her;challenges;as;a;pastor’s;wife.
In all her stories of blessings, grief, and
even;scandal,;one;thing;she;said;filled
my heart. She shared with me that she
prayed regularly for her children and
grandchildren, though at the time she
did;not;know;my;birth;sister;or;I;existed.
She;was;so;thankful;to;know;that;she;had
been praying for us.
I was able to share my experience with
my adoptive mother. At one point she
confessed to me that she had struggled
with my desire to learn my birth history.
When I was young, she feared someone
would;try;to;take;my;sister;or;me;away
from her. During challenges in the teen
years, she feared we would willingly go.
As we became adults and had families of
our own, her fears subsided. Although
she never fully shared in my excitement,
she offered her love and support.
Before the foundation of the world,
God;planned;me.;He;knew;how;I;would
enter;the;world,;and;He;handpicked;my
unique;family.;I;am;thankful;for;a;birth
mother that loved me enough to give me
life.;I;am;thankful;for;an;adoptive;moth-er that loved me enough to accept me as
her;own.;Mostly,;I;am;thankful;that;God
chose me to be part of the ultimate adoption in becoming His daughter. Nobody
just;had;me.;I;was;picked.;I;am;a;daugh-ter;of;the;King!
Teresa Brouillette
Teresa is a wife and mother of five. While
busy homeschooling the three youngest, she
enjoys blogging about parenting, home-schooling and all adventures of life and
learning through tears and laughter. www
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Although I did not
know;the;specific;plan
or purpose for my life,
I;knew;that;I;was;and
always will be a daughter
of;the;King.
