Now that we know who he is, we can't help but think about what he would be doing if he were here. How would he dress for halloween? For some reason I picture him a Buzz Lightyear fan - all dressed up in the white outfit with a Woody doll in his hand. Maybe he is more of a tigger type? It's fun to think about - what he will like, do, who he will be. It also begs more serious questions that we often ponder as well....what will he be like? Is it nature or nurture? How much of who he is has already been wired and how much will he be influenced by us?
I found this poem in my collection of adoption stuff. It says author unknown, but whoever wrote it defintely had a heart for adoption. It puts in words what we, and many other adoptive parents feel:
Once there were two women who never knew each other,
One you do not remember, the other you call mother.
Two different lives, shaped to make your one.
One became your guiding star; the other became your sun.
The first gave you life and the second taught you to live it,
The first gave you a need for love, and the second was there to give it.
One gave you a nationality; the other gave you a name.
One gave you a seed of talent; the other gave you an aim.
One gave you emotions; the other calmed your fears.
One saw your first sweet smile, the other dried your tears.
One gave you up...that's all that she could do,
The other prayed for a child and God led her straight to you.
And now you ask me, through your fears, the age old question unanswered throughout the years...
Heredity or environment, which are you the product of...
Neither my darling, neither...Just two different kinds of love.