Remembering Our Boys’ Bio Parents
When our girls were 11 and 12, we adopted two brothers who were 13 and 14 at the time. The boys had lost their mom when they were just babies and their dad about three years before. One of the priorities I had at that time was to help the boys have fond memories and feelings about their family. I wanted to make sure they felt like we were an addition to their family, not a replacement. (They still have biological grandparents, half brothers and a half sister, aunts, uncles and cousins whom they have remained in contact with and whom they love very much) . The boys are from Colorado and we live in Utah so they weren’t close to things that would remind them of their family and their parents.
I have very fond and sentimental feelings toward our boys’ bio parents. I love those two boys with all my heart and I’m forever grateful to their parents for the unfortunate and unintentional gift I received from them. I know they loved their boys very much and I hope that they would be pleased with the way we have loved and cared for their children, who are also now our children.
When I was growing up my family always made a big deal out of memorial day and we still do. We all get together and take flowers to the various cemeteries where our loved ones were buried when they passed away. When I was a little girl my mom and dad would tell me stories about my grandparents and aunts and uncles. I loved to ask questions and get to know (and love) my ancestors more. I’ve carried on that tradition and I tell stories about our loved ones to my daughters and now to my sons as well.
I guess that’s where I got the idea to make garden stones with the boys’ parents’ names on them. I love to garden, a hobby passed down to me by my daddy. So my garden was a special place to put the stones. Being teenagers and now young men, the boys don’t like to talk about sentimental things very much, but I hope that the garden stones are special to them. I know that they are very special to me and they remind me of the mom and dad that loved those boys (and that those boys loved) before me. The stones are a good conversation piece that I use to talk to my grandchildren and tell them the story of how their daddies came to be our sons, and thereby they became our grandchildren.
True Love is Unconditional & Family is Forever!