In a lot of ways, my life is a story. I suppose that's true for everyone. We all have experiences, hurts, joys, and milestones that seem perfect for the written page. I know that I wish I could piece together the story of my Grandmother Delia's story. I imagine that she must have had quite the life raising 12 kids through the tumultuous 20s, depression era, and WWII. Unfortunately, many of those stories went with her when she passed.
I imagine my mom's story would be interesting to write, though I don't know how I could put into words some of the more painful times in her life.
Recently, I've realized the story potential in my own life, though I can't imagine creating some kind of memoir. I'm not that interesting. But, I do see the potential in the story of the recent adoption of my son, either fictionally or otherwise.
I recognize that our story is unique to most adoptions, and I wonder if there's not potential to encourage and enlighten people through our story. How I do that is still up for grabs. We'll see.
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