The way K, the home’s director, would describe it is that I showed up a week previous to the trip, in my yellow Honda CRX (very hip then), to find out the details of the trip. She went over the plans with me just out of respect to the priest that had recommended me. In her mind she was just thinking, ‘this preppie girl won’t last a day’. She would also admit she stood corrected.
Saturday, April 11, 2009
OUR ADOPTION STORY
I had not written much about my story, except for what I wrote on Where do babies come from? I felt I wanted and needed to share with you now that a community is building up.
I feel blessed to be able to contribute to families with adopted children and I am in God´s hands to see where this might lead in terms of service. So far, thanks to this blogging adventure, I have been a lot more in touch with my motherhood, culture and my country's cry for help. I also ask from all of you to keep our family in your prayers, we will do the same.
I met my son when he was four and his dad two years later. It was April 1994, I was sent by a priest friend to help out with the field trip a boys home in Guatemala, was taking on Easter week.
Working for Peace Guatemalan Genes