I had a few rough years as a teen growing up in California. I made some bad choices, got into my share of trouble. Then nearing the end of high school Daddy informed me we were moving. Not down the block or across town but all the way to New Jersey. That move saved my life in so many ways.
One if not THE best thing that came out of it was meeting Joslyn and her family.
It was from Grandmom Mommee and her extended family that I learned the true meaning of adoption. They took this messed up broken and angry teenage white girl into their hearts and homes and loved me. I was treated as one of the family from the second I was introduced. I learned about grace and love in the family room of that house, I learned about forgiveness and respect. I learned unconditional love from daddy I learned Love No Matter What from Mommee. I strive daily to be the kind of woman Mommee was.
No one could say my name and stop me dead in my tracks quite like Mommee could. Even as an adult with children a few years ago Dominique and I were out visiting and I had done something Mommee did not approve of, she said my name in the way that only she could, not only did I freeze but so did every other person in the room. Adotion=love no matter what.
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