It has been another good writing weekend for me. I’m getting close to finishing the third draft of Two Hearts, One Baby: An Adoption Memoir and I want to be finished this draft in the worst way. Writing a memoir is not something for the faint of heart. It is hard and emotional work but also, I am trusting, healing and teaching work.
Yesterday I was writing about my half-sister and the “coincidences” that seem to surround our sisterhood.
The picture attached to this post was taken at Christmas when I was just shy of my second birthday and Mom and Dad bought this doll for me. We used to say that it looked like I was looking at her and asking “Why don’t you talk to me?”. This doll was like a sister to me until my parents adopted a second daughter about a year after this picture was taken. The name of this doll was Wendy Ann.
One day about twenty years ago, out of the blue, I received a phone call from a woman telling me that I had a half-sister who was looking for me. The name of this half-sister was Wendy!
When Wendy and I met we learned that for a time we had lived just a few blocks apart and attended the same school at the same time!
Yesterday I was telling my husband about Wendy Ann and Wendy as I was making a desert to take to a Memorial Day gathering today. I suddenly realized that the recipe I was using had been given to me by Wendy!
I don’t believe in coincidence; I believe that everything happens for a reason. Today I don’t know the reason for the coincidence that seems to crop up where my sister is concerned, but I hope one day to learn what it is all about.