Day wrote this for me one morning before I woke up <3 (a few months post-adoption), 7 years old.
- Jennifer Watkins
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|By Patricia Irwin Johnston|
The heart of a child is a scroll,
A page that is lovely and white;
And to it as fleeting years roll,
Come hands with a story to write.
Be ever so careful, O hand;
Write thou with a sanctified pen;
Thy story shall live in the land
For years, in the doings of men.
It shall echo in circles of light,If you've not had the opportunity to read this collection, it is worth the time. But it has been out long enough that we think the adoption community is due for a second edition. New voices and modern experiences deserve to be heard.
Or lead to the death of a soul.
Give here but a message right,
For the heart of a child is a scroll.
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|“For a few moments, Mary -- mother of Jesus, daughter of God -- rest. I will lay aside my preparations for the day and comfort the son of God. For a while longer in the early beauty of the day we will enjoy our time together, the Babe of Bethlehem and me. For a while, Mary, sleep.”|
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|By Toni Buzzeo|
I hold my Auntie Maita’s papery hand. Together we stare at the shiny photo in her lap, touched so often with hope, the edges curl. My heartbeat rushes in an impatient waltz as we watch for the stranger to arrive.So begins this fictional story based on a Maine legend. A lighthouse keeper and his daughter, Maita, find a sea chest from a sunken ship washed up on the shore of their little island after a disastrous storm. In it, they discover a baby girl. The family takes the baby in and raises her as their own. The following pages describe their life together, beautifully illustrating that it’s not merely biology that creates a loving family. It isn’t until the final page that we learn the story has come full circle.
While we wait, Auntie Maita remembers her childhood on a rocky Maine island eighty years ago and more....
Auntie Maita grows silent, and now I pause to remember my great-grandmother’s whispery voice, sharing her stories of two island girls.The author uses rich, vivid language pieced together in a poetic cadence that make this book a pleasure both to read and to hear. Artist Mary GrandPré, famed for her Harry Potter illustrations, perfectly captures the different moods of the book. Her brilliant use of light and color creates evocative pictures that make the reader want to crawl right into them. This is a book that is engaging for all ages from preschoolers to adults.
But my dancing heart can’t be still for long. Tripping wildly, it beats out a waiting rhythm. Behind me, Great-Grandmother Seaborne’s oldest possession, a cracked and worn sea chest, lined with an eiderdown quilt, waits open on the table, for the tiny stranger my mama and papa have gone to fetch from so far across the wide Atlantic.
To be my sister.
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|Tommy, center, with his brother and sister |
outside the St. Paul Temple, July 2012.
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|by Robert Munsch|
They came to a road and they couldn’t get across. The cars would not stop for David. The cars would not stop for Julie. The father walked into the middle of the road, looked at the cars and yelled, "STOP."
The cars all jumped up into the air, ran around in a circle three times and went back up the street so fast they forgot their tires.In comparison to a difference as big as the one in the book, real-life differences in many adoptive families can seem much more manageable.
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image by Danilo Rizzuti
|Knight, Daymien, and Jennifer|
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|by Keiko Kasza|
"Oh, Mrs. Giraffe!" he cried. "You are yellow just like me! Are you my mother?"
I’m sorry," sighed Mrs. Giraffe. "But I don’t have wings like you."
Finally he meets Mrs. Bear, who comes running when she hears Choco crying.
As she listened to Choco’s story, she sighed. "Oh, dear. If you had a mommy, what would she do?"
"Oh, I’m sure she would hold me," sobbed Choco.
"Like this?" asked Mrs. Bear. And she held Choco very tight.Mrs. Bear invites Choco to join her at home with her other children who turn out to be a little hippo, a pig, and an alligator.