"When nothing is sure, everything is possible"

I was supply teaching today and behind the teacher's desk was a small plaque that had this inscription on it..."When nothing is sure, everything is possible." It made me feel very calm....I guess I have been feeling that not much is sure in my life these days and especially the adoption....however the inscription is much more positive than I've been feeling, so I will try to hang on to that sentiment.

I've been thinking a lot about my parents these days....of course father's day is approaching; however, I think my parents are quite tied to my reason to adopt....my paternal grandfather was a "foundling"....a child left at the steps of an orphanage (probably run by nuns) many years ago in southern Italy. Therefore the unknown history on one side of our family has always been a given....I've written this elsewhere, and will repeat it here....when I was studying art, and learned of the Italian Renaissance artists, I used to imagine that perhaps I was the descendant of a famous artist and hence the reason for my gift of being able to draw etc....however I'm sure my grandfather's parents had much more humble lives, mostly tied to poverty, just as I know some of the reasons for children often being left at the gates of orphanages in Vietnam, or at hospitals. It is because of this connection that I have felt very strongly about adoption and especially adoption from a country where my child's life may have a similar early experience to that of my own grandfather.

My mother on the other hand raised the four of us, and then ran a home daycare. As I lived with my parents for many years, I remember how attached we got to these children who had no family links so I know it is definitely possible to grow to love a child that is not biologically tied to me. So I know that these connections and experiences are what I feel led me in this direction. Additionally of course my parents left a country they loved in search of economic stability elsewhere and that elsewhere was Canada. If they could have stayed in Italy they would have, but they chose, or life chose for them, and their lives and ours took a different road. I remember one of my mom's favourite songs when I was a child, it was actually a popular song that had Spanish words but easily understood in Italian...(I'm sure my mom didn't understand much of the English words).... "Que Sera, Sera, whatever will be, will be, the future's not ours to see, que sera sera"..." A friend reminded me of it today...it connects a bit with the title of today's blog.....and again made me think of my mom and the threads that weave through our lives and push us in different directions, but also continue to connect us to our past, or I hope so anyhow.

I've posted below a couple of pictures, one is of a celebratory Asti Spumante, my favourite sparkling wine. As I saw on another blog where they have their own bottle waiting for celebrations once they get a referral, I realized many of us probably have the same ideas....so I photographed the bottle that has been sitting in my fridge for many many days, and also photographed it with old photos of my parents, dated probably when they first came to Canada. The photo at the top is a picture of all of us...I'm the baby in my dad's arms. I hope that whatever will be in my future includes a child, and if not, I will try to accept that in the same way my parents accepted an unknown life and a hopeful beginning in a newly adopted country....che sera sera, whatever will be, will be.....