Twenty-seven years ago, two of the best people you’d ever want to meet became parents. I’m a little biased, but I think they got a pretty OK kid. Those people were my parents, and I’ll go ahead and let you guess who that kid was.
Yep, September 29, 1988 was a great day for little old me. To date, there’s only been one other day of equal importance or awesomeness in my life and that was the day that I joined my own parents in the awesome land of parenthood. And I wouldn’t be writing this post had it not been for them. I don’t believe in luck, but I’d say I’m pretty dang lucky to have been welcomed into such an incredible, supportive, loving, kind of weird and totally awesome family.
My friend Jackie recently asked for my opinion on A-Day/ Gotcha Day. In other words, how did I – an adult adoptee – feel about the celebration of my adoption day. Some adoptees I know think it’s stupid, some have never celebrated, some didn’t even know it was a thing that was celebrated. Growing up, A-Day was a day that was about me. Now that I’m a mom, I know otherwise. September 29 is for Mom and Dad.
Happy A-Day, you two. For all the words I know, I’m not sure I know enough to express my love for you. XO
(And P.S. Check out how young we all looked 10 years ago?!)