The other day a good friend asked, “Do you think about how different Sitota’s life would be if she hadn’t been adopted by your family?” I get this question every so often, and usually the question is followed with a comment like, “You are so good to adopt. She is so lucky.” When my friend asked me this I felt the same awkward feeling I always do.
I have come to strongly dislike the question without knowing why. I stumbled through a response, just as I always do, not being able to translate my feelings into words. That night, while rocking Sitota before bedtime, I looked at her and reflected on “the question,” wondering why it makes me uncomfortable.
Then it hit me and I started to cry. Sitota has blessed our family more that I ever thought possible. She has made us a more humble, caring and compassionate family. I have an 8-year-old who regularly donates some of her allowance to build wells in Africa. I have an 11-year-old who cried with me when I told him that things were not going well with Ethiopian adoptions, and that some orphans may never be adopted. I have children who want to donate our Disneyland savings to help starving children in Somalia. I have a family who think people with different skin color are beautiful. These examples don’t even begin to touch on how deeply our lives have been changed.
So, I finally have a verbal answer to “the question.” We are the lucky ones. And yes, I think about how different life would be if we hadn’t adopted Sitota, our lives would be different. I think about it every day, and I thank God, every night, for Sitota.