Sherrie Eldridge

10 responses to “A Practical Tool for Helping Adopted and Foster Kids Grieve”

1. 

   Sherrie Eldridge

   February 28, 2014

   I’m an adoptee:-)

2. 

   heartsewn

   February 20, 2014

   it’s a little odd that your blog is called “diary of an adopted kid”, given that you are an adoptive parent, don’t you think? Typical adopters, you all think it’s your story to tell.

3. 

   Sherrie Eldridge

   February 10, 2014

   Shef,
   I love your writing….it refreshes me beyond belief.
   Sherrie

4. 

   Sherrie Eldridge

   February 10, 2014

   Merlene, this is profound! I love it.
   Thanks for including the address for how to get your ebook. Your voice should be heard. You are so articulate and I thank you again for sharing. I hope you will stay connected and share more with us?
   Sherrie

5. 

   Shefalie

   February 10, 2014

   I love the metaphors represented here by the first poem and also that shared by Merlen……both representing journeys of life…….patterns moulded and woven together in the depths of the earth……….I love trees! their shapes! their differences……..their strengths and vulnerabilities…….their ability to bend with the winds…….and to sustain life in the midst of such storms that in their lifetime seek to uproot them……..and in reading these poems I am also reminded of the scripture that says……..”we shall be like a tree planted by the waters where our roots go deep…….and in times of trouble we will still produce fruit and leaves and will flourish……………we will still stand……….God never said that life would not bend us, or change us or our shape…….or the way or direction that we will grow………..or what it might take to flourish……..he just said….we shall be like a tree…………..whatever that means to each of us…….thank you for sharing……shefalie

6. 

   Merlene

   February 10, 2014

   Hello Sherrie, my story is told in The Little Mongrel – free to a good home http://www.amazon.com/Little-Mongrel-free-good-ebook/dp/B00EU2YD2A/ref=sr_1_2?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1379330789&sr=1-2 The ‘other self’ I refer to is the one may have been without the secrecy of that came with closed adoption. Perhaps the following poem explains better:

   …of my being

   I came from a pattern
   genetically stamped
   formed in my mother’s womb
   from my father’s seed
   the unchangeable blueprint
   of my being

   they tried to over-stamp
   to create another self
   beyond the womb
   to transform me from
   the fundamental essence
   of my being

   but I held tightly
   to the innate truth
   sheltered in my soul
   the self beyond my touch …
   the essential validation
   of my being

   they never found the key
   to shape me
   to their hopes and dreams
   and my destiny remained
   decreed by indelible stamp
   of my being

   ~ Merlen Fawdry 2006

7. 

   Sherrie Eldridge

   February 9, 2014

   Merelene,
   Thanks for sharing your insights and perspective. Tell us more about “the other self.” More of your story? I would love to hear it.
   Sherrie

8. 

   Merlene

   February 9, 2014

   The last two lines of this poem minimise the damage done through adoption:
   ‘Few can even remember the event
   That changed its shape forever.’

   after almost seventy years
   the lightning storm
   that changed my shape
   is remembered every day
   and, despite my growth,
   I mourn the loss
   of the other self
   seared beyond recognition
   before it had a chance to be

9. 

   Sherrie Eldridge

   February 8, 2014

   Yes, Terry! We are never too old to heal….I am still healing, aren’t you? Learning and healing every day. Let me know how your project goes and the fruitful discussion that I think will come from doing it, okay? Thanks for sharing, Sherrie

10. 

    Terry

    February 8, 2014

    That is absolutely beautiful and a perfect analogy…I would like my 15 yr old daughter to read this so we can do it together…I don’t think we could ever be too old to do this~we are never too old to heal!… <3 …