Sherrie Eldridge Adoption Blog
Imagine a five-year old whose parents were wiped out in a car wreck. She’s just attended their funeral and then witnessed their coffins lowered six feet into the ground. If you were to strike up a conversation with this child as her aunt takes her hand and leads her to the car, what do you believe the child would say?
Taking them out, something strange started happening deep inside me.I thought about my late Dad picking them for Mom.Where did he get them? And, why did he pick this design? And…what was it like for both of them when he asked her to marry him? Did they hug, kiss? Did he get down on one knee?
What I didn’t know is that for the adoptee, there are two kinds of anger—real, God-given anger for when we’re in danger. It’s the proverbial red light on the dashboard, alerting us to the fact that something needs attention.The other kind of anger is mis-placed anger, which runs rampant in adoptee and foster kid hearts. It’s based on lies we’ve come to believe and never question…after all, it’s just part of us, right?No, not right.
