One of the most exciting days of my life was when I first met my sisters. They were 5 and 3 at the time and I was 21. I was thrilled that my parents were adopting more kids. I was the oldest, with 3 brothers, 2 still living at home. I was married and living about an hour away, but nothing could stop me from coming to spend time with my new sisters. I had loved helping to bring up my two youngest brothers and couldn't wait to be a part of Becky and Nickie's life.
After they had moved in, I came to spend a week with them. Mom and I had fun dressing them up and fixing their hair whenever we had the chance. We laughed at the funny things they said and embraced the opportunity to shape and mold the fragile lives. I took pictures of every new outfit, and every new place we took them. Only to realize at the end of the week that I had no film in the camera.
They were coming to our family, after spending most of their lives in foster care.
Nickie was a charmer. She said things like, " I love you Mommy. I say that to all my new Mommies." She always knew what to say to make people feel better.
Becky called our brother Roger, "Mr. Rogers." She spent lots of time singing songs she had learned in previous homes and quickly learning the ones we wanted to teach her.
In the picture, they are the ones on the ends. The toddler in the middle is the sister they left behind, because their mom still had custody of her.
Now they are 21 and 19 and I am so glad that they are a part of our family.
1 comment:
You come from a very neat family. I am trying not to be green with envy. (It's been a rough week....)Neat story.
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