The biggest thing that struck me about what Nancy shared was how adoption, so often, seems to be one lifelong, inescapable life interruption. From the very moment of separation, so begins the interruption, and the interruption continues and often increases in frequency and intensity. I have fractured myself. I have fractured my family. I cannot escape it.
So maybe it’s time to go back, have a talk with that pregnant woman, and tell her…I’m sorry…I love you. Maybe this will finally be the start of the healing of these fractures.