Adoption stories. “The family, a warm nest where you can grow up”. A nest: the family (4)





The family is a warm nest where you can grow up but it is not the only need for a child. Parents, yes, but also grandparents, uncles, cousins, friends, teachers …

The story of a couple, like many others, who choose to open up to adoption, of become a family in welcoming, supported in joys and difficulties by the daily presence and support of faith. An extraordinary life story in its ordinariness. An example of a life in which to find oneself. La Pietra Scartata offers it to you in four events. Today we publish the fourth and last part.

To read the third (HERE)

A nest: the family

The family is a warm nest where you can grow up but it is not the only need for a child. Parents, yes, but also grandparents, uncles, cousins, friends, teachers if they sing the nursery rhyme of sharing without out of tune with commiseration, they constitute the ideal circle that should dance around the little one.

It’s nice to think about people capable of small gesturesof understanding, of simple things that do not make use of great theorems of fraternity, but make themselves available for what little, for that moment with a smile or a complicity that changes the bitterness of certain circumstances.

From the very beginning of our beautiful story, overcome the painthat is, what they explained to us was the elaboration of the mourning of a pregnancy that did not arrive, we felt guided by a special enthusiasm.

The beauty of welcoming a baby already born

It immediately seemed nice to welcome an existing child. We felt special in charge, chosen for an extraordinary project.

How many times have we been amazed at the fate that united us despite the distances: we people of a small mountain town catapulted into large cities in South America. How many times have I enjoyed telling my little ones about how old was the stork who had taken the wrong addressor that my little ones had mistakenly fallen out of the cloud and we had had to fetch them.

Now that they are grown up, I tell them that the “mother of the health insurance company” fell to them and that even if she seems beautiful to them, she is the one who has passed their fate. There were no secrets apart from fairy tales. It is not easy to talk about who is not there with who is present and embarrassment, together with the fear of hurting those around you, produces a silence that is not incomprehension but respect for mutual feeling.

What really remains is that sense of loss, which is at the bottom, at the bottom of the well of abandonment. We can participate in the effects, but it is impossible to prove this condition of rupture.

We have been hit by a great opportunity

We said then that we felt chosen, I don’t know for what merits.

Invested not from a bad luck, but from an opportunity.

Then there is strength, which is more right for us believers to call spirit, which has always accompanied us all: us in the difficult role of parents, they in the complicated work of children. All this cannot be our doing.

It is impossible not to connect it to Christ.

We are parents endowed with good will and satisfied, this does not exempt us from making mistakes, sometimes the most trivial ones, and with the usual recklessness that distinguishes us we leave a lot of work to the angels and saints.

One of these is to have sometimes exaggerated in the story of the facts of our home, thinking of encouraging or consoling aspiring parents, in this way it may be that the individual components have felt the object of exhibition.

On the other hand, not telling is like keeping all this joy to yourself and denying that it can belong to others.

So in this report we have tried to make people feel and intuit, outside the events, the great satisfaction not of having accepted an invitation from above, but to have felt ourselves adopted by our children.

Thoughts and reflections of Mara with Vincenzo

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Adoption stories. “The family, a warm nest where you can grow up”. A nest: the family (4) – The Discarded Stone