Monday, 28 April 2014
It Takes A Village
Yesterday was such an exciting day for me, when I attended the launch for the book my daughter coauthored with Lisa Highfield. The Promise is the story of how a mom and a child care support worker came together and worked to make the adoption of my four grandchildren a success. The authors wrote the book in the hope that their experiences would give parents and support workers some tools for working with traumatised, adopted children and help families heal and thrive.
The book is selling well on lulu.com and social workers from many adoption agencies have it on their recommended reading list. It was time for a celebration!
Of course my heart swelled with pride as Farm Girl read a passage from the book to a standing room only crowd. ~
Farm Girl had herself convinced that she would be reading to an empty room and was overwhelmed by both attendance and that so many wanted a chance to talk to the authors. A little miracle began to unfold and I was hard pressed not to burst into tears.
This lady said she had been a kindergarten teacher to two of my granddaughters before they came into our family. She saw their situation go from bad to worse and said, "We (several teachers) cared about those kids and we thought they were lost". She was crying tears of joy. ~
A couple came up and introduced themselves as former neighbours of the kids, during an aborted first adoption, and said how out of control they had been. They were so happy that they were doing well in their new family.
This couple fostered the children before the first adoption and took them back in when it failed. They were retired and the man had cancer, but they could not, would not let those kids down or see the kids separated again. ~
A social worker introduced herself to me as the one that placed the kids in my daughter's home. I thank her for that gift. Many social workers purchased multiple copies for clients. ~
As I looked at coauthor Lisa Highfield standing ready to read her piece, I thought of how different things might have been without her counselling and hands on support with the children. Yes, she has a business that works with troubled families, but she does it because it is her passion. ~
It struck me that scattered around the room were people that shone like little lights of hope. They had done a part, large or small, to save four little kids in need. That led to a book that was helping other people help more kids in need. One adoptive parent found the book so helpful she contacted my daughter and let her know she has started a group that lobbies government for more resources for parents who adopt older children that have special needs.
From proud aunties ~
to ever supportive and helpful great aunties ~
it took a village to get where we are today.
I hope you remember that the care you show for a troubled child today will bring tears to the eyes of a grateful Grandma like me some day.
You may never know how much you have meant to a family, but you can hold in your heart the knowledge that you were part of the village. Let us all keep our lights of hope shining.
I'm sharing this with Wordless Wednesday, Share Your Cup