As we drove about town recently, I posed a question to each of our three boys:
“Who is the kindest person you know?”
Without missing a beat, Will, our happy eleven-year-old replied, “My birthmother.”
“But Will,” one of his brothers countered. “You’ve never met her.”
Diagnosed with severe dyslexia, Will is whip smart and an off-the-chart auditory learner. It bothers him that he can’t read like his siblings and friends. His younger brother is also dyslexic, but not to the same extent. But he makes up for it by reading as much as he can and listening to books all day long.
Like many other children with dyslexia, Will’s interests lean toward the creative. Homeschooled since kindergarten, he attends a welding class one day a week and is regularly forging all kinds of creations for himself, his family and his friends.
The summer of Will’s adoption, our family had been matched with a birthmother up in Denver. We walked through the final three months of the pregnancy with the young woman, eagerly anticipating the child’s arrival in early August. Shortly after her boy was born, the young woman changed her mind on the adoption and decided to parent the child. |