9 Quotes by Wendy Batchelder

I think the unsaid truth about adoption for most is that it wasn’t the first choice. It’s hard for me to type these words and put them on this page because I know they hurt.

Like the tapestry, God has intentionally placed each of us in our exact spot to make His world just how he needs it to be.

A letter from my grandmother. A woman I had never thought about. I couldn’t get any of my thoughts to make sense . . . no questions would come together. I felt paralyzed.

I’d found my birth family.

At the sight of my newly found family packed into my living room as if it were the most natural thing in the world, people I had only known a few months were gathered in my home on Christmas Eve, from four states and made up four generations.

Could that test be the answer to some of my lifelong questions about who I was? Could I really get the answer about my ethnicity or where I came from? Would I find people I was related to?

It is because of this process, drawing near to God through prayer and through reading His Word, that I finally began to understand and accept that God loved me, for me.

I was only six weeks pregnant but already found myself thinking about my birth mother and what it was like for her, knowing she was carrying a baby and was going to give her away—give me away. I couldn’t imagine what that must have felt like. I already felt so connected to my baby. For the first time, I found myself wondering about her.

To this day I will never forget the exact words they used, but for the sake of staying on the G-rated side of things, let’s just paraphrase: no one must like me, especially my parents, since they “got rid of me.