When I was an adoptee growing up there were some very special adults who had a positive influnces on my life. (Here's where I must insert the disclaimer that my adoptors were good people, i had pets, shelter, lots of toys they always told me they loved me; no fault on them) I didn't click with my adoptive parents, they didn't think, act, look or talk like me. I was lonely for something I didn't understand.
What helped me a great deal were certain adults - particular neighbors, an 'old maid' auntie, a certain family friend..... that made the effort to spend a moment with me, or share a story, or play board games with me. I credit these special mentors with greatly helping me through my childhood just by being there for me at certain times.
What all of those special adults had in common was - none of them had children, yet the impact they had on my life was priceless to me.
Don't people realize that there are always children around who would benefit from their time?
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