The following is a post from my other blog, which has since been taken down. I thought it worthwhile to share as we approaching the one-year mark since this occurred:
Today is the month of school for my kiddos. You’re probably expecting a blog post about my kids, all their milestones, my hopes and dreams, etc.
But that’s not what I’m writing about today.
I want to introduce Bonnie, the dog we adopted from the shelter.
I named her Bonnie for two reasons:
- The shelter named her Tawnie, which I didn’t like, so renamed her Bonnie, which rhymes.
- It is also to honor my beloved cat Clyde, whom I lost three years ago.
I’ve used the new addition to our family to talk about adoption.
“We’re giving Bonnie a home because she needs someone to take care of her. She will be part of the family and live with us forever.” (barring the cats acting out…)
Although I didn’t state directly how Bonnie’s situation correlates with theirs, I hope the message got through on some level.
Adopt has numerous meanings but these three are especially fitting for the situation surrounding Payton and Paige, and Bonnie:
Number one reminds me that adopting Payton and Paige was not an accident or unplanned event, it was a choice. We chose to help them, help their biological family, and expand our family through adoption.
Number three points out that not only did I enter a new relationship by becoming the mother of two little girls, they went into a new relationship with a different mother.
Even though the second definition is technically how all three of them became part of our family, I find myself preferring the first and third definitions more.
Because adoption is more than a formal legal act, it is a choice to enter a new relationship.