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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