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Ruth’s MM: Laney Windelon.

 

 

In 1984 my parents gave me Laney Windelon, my very own Cabbage Patch kid to adopt.  I remember Laney being the first gift to ever bring tears to my eyes.  She was made just for me.  I wanted: red hair; two braids; blue eyes; closed mouth smile; and a dimple.  My mom searched for months, nearly a year, to find her.  And then, while in Florida, Laney was spotted and my parents bought her — just for me.

Recently, it all came full circle as I gave Laney to my four year old, red headed; two braided; blue eyed daughter.  Again, I found myself blinking back tears, amazed at the way the Lord has been preparing me for this journey of adoption since I was seven.

I know I need to write this story.  But it’s tough.  So in honor of Memoir Monday, I did a little work surrounding the So What?of this memory.  The rough work that follows is my attempt to sketch out why I’m compelled to write the story of Laney Windelon, woven into this journey of adoption that I’m traveling.

The entire premise of Cabbage Patch kids was adoption.  Little did I know that 26 years later I would be giving my most special childhood toy to my own red-haired, blue-eyed daughter, who happens to be adopted.  Little did I know that the Lord was preparing me for adoption when I was seven.  I’m again reminded that it doesn’t matter who’s genes you share, because love is the defining factor of a family.

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10 thoughts on “Ruth’s MM: Laney Windelon. Leave a comment

  1. I loved this post so much. : ) And good writing, too!

    I just wanted to say how much I love reading your and Stacey’s entries. Somehow you were on my blog surfer when I first started blogging in June, and I’ve been following the entries ever since.

    I find it ironically funny how your posts can help all writers, not just the children. : )

    And Stacey’s posts recently are making me wish i were Jewish! The challah is beautiful.

    Em

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  2. Cabbage Patch dolls still inhabit the corner of one of our attic storage spaces. Special dolls that came home with Dad as gifts from Japan! They were definitely loved dolls. I have wanted to clean up the arms, hands and bodies and haven’t found a good way to do that. Anyone have any ideas?

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  3. I chatted with another teacher today about Cabbage Patch dolls and how she has just bought one identical to her first doll to give to her (now 1 year old) daughter some day. I have a fabulous collection of my grandmother’s journals, and one of the includes a story about her shaking my sister’s new fake CP doll on Christmas morning. B/c it was fake, she didn’t shake very hard but the head went flying off. My sister was devastated, and so was my grandma. Good times brought to you by the cheapness of my mother.

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  4. so, i was all set to write a cool commnet when lo’ and behold who sends their regards but the great Penny.
    love the photo, love the touching story about adoption. love that you are doing well, even through the rough patches. hopefully your days are filled more with happy discipline than the unhappy kind of late.
    hope all is well….
    Sarah

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  5. Hey Ruth… cool idea. I sit and write in my notebook trying to figure out the ‘so what?’ of a writing piece all the time. You’ve found a compelling link between important threads in your life. I bet the writing will unfold in surprising and amazing ways.

    And meanwhile… do I really get to visit your classroom in December?

    Penny

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