Ruth’s Memoir Monday: A Place

When we first started Two Writing Teachers, we kept it private for a bit.  We wrote and analyzed, wrote and discussed, wrote and tweaked and wrote some more.  Then we launched it.  One of my first entries was about a special place.  So when Stacey challenged a Memoir Monday about a place, I was reminded of that post. 

There’s more though.  I was reminded of this place because it popped up in my writer’s notebook the other day.  It wasn’t until this week’s Memoir Monday challenge that I even made the connection.  So here is the entry — it it’s raw form.

Yes It’s True!

Did we really adopt older children?  Do we really have foster children in our hope waiting for adoption finalization?  See, I’m not the kind of person who adopts older children from foster care.  I’m not patient enough or selfless enough or organized enough.  Simply put, I’m not together enough.  It’s not something I ever planned or imagined or desired.  I’m just not the kind of person who adopts older children from foster care.

But then I sit at the dinner tableand I realize that I am the kind of person who adopts older children from foster care.  My full table proves it.

Although, I must argue, I’m still not the kind of person who adopts older children from foster care.  I’m the kind of person who sometimes follows the Lord’s leading.  The kind of person who sometimes gets it right.

I’m just glad this time — this adoption — I listened well.  And lept at the chance to adopt older children from foster care.  Because not only is our dinner table filled, but my heart is too.