On the Way to Wonder

Friday, Sr. Wantabee was on the units at the hospital. She met a very interesting lady of comprable age to her. She was waiting to go home from an orthopedic operation. She shared about her life. She was adopted and raised by a family of a certain faith tradition. she went through all their rituals. As an adult she married a man who had been adopted by a family and raised in a different faith tradition. He carried scars from that tradition. They raised their daughter to be an independent thinker and decide for herself, exposing her occassionally to each of their traditions. Now the daughter is 30ish and not married and the patient is feeling the need to see a grandchild. “It’s the start of a bloodline,” she shared. “Even our names are borrowed!” She continued, “I want to look into the face of a grandchild and see something of myself and not feel different.” Sr. Wantabee’s husband is adopted and she has adopted two children so adoption is not a new subject to her. She had never thought of names as “borrowed.” How very interesting. As we travel through life, we are given so many names, daughter, sister, child, family of origin name, family of marriage name, titles of position. Which name really reaches to the core of my being she pondered.

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