Pray the Lord my soul to keep, if I die before I wake, pray the Lord my soul to take”, this is the prayer we have said with our girls at bedtime since they came into our home. We end with asking God to bless our family, and friends by name. Included in this blessing, are the birth parents of both of my daughters. With our youngest child, who was adopted domestically, we say the actual names of the birth parents.
Last night, my oldest daughter was sitting on my lap, turned to me and said, “Mommy, what are the names of my birth parents?” My reply to her was, “Honey, we do not know their names.”, and then I started to worry. To explain, my five-year old, let’s call her Ladybug, was adopted internationally when she was 10 months old from China. We do not know any other information about her family, only her orphanage. I thought this would be an awkward, painful moment for her. But her little face lit up and she said, “Hey Mommy, I got a great idea, let’s make names for them!” And so, we sat there in the dark, in the rocking chair, and brainstormed suitable Chinese names for her birth parents. She was coming up with silly names, and giggling, even her little sister ,who are sitting up in her crib, was entertained, although I pretty sure she did not understand what was going on. Ladybug finally decided on two names, Lee Chen for her birth father, and Zoe Wo Chee, for her birth mother. She thought Zoe Wo Chee was the funniest name she had even heard, and kept on repeating it and laughing. I said a quiet prayer thanking God for this child, this moment, this night.