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Love and the Stork’s Apprentice

by Laurie Klein 18 Chiming In

Some stories are so tender, they’re meant for only a few eyes. This story reveals hard things, and hopes long-guarded. I’ve covered the heroes so you can see their goodness, but they won’t feel the world’s glare in their faces. I trust you to do the same.

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Can a young, single, entrepreneurial girl be almost full-term—and not know it?

Let’s call her Larkin: Girl-on-the-move, literally and figuratively, traveling across country with a new boyfriend. Unexplained pain prompts their detour to our city’s Emergency Room.

“You’re pregnant,” the doctor says.

I imagine her speechless, momentarily blank as the forms on his clipboard.

Up until now, no nausea. No telltale kicks. Snug waistbands and t-shirts, yes, but shoestring travel means fast food. Scant exercise.

And now, a due date: mere weeks.

Larkin’s boyfriend loves her, but he’s not the baby’s father.

Could there be a more shattering decision?

 

an altered view

Larkin visits a local adoption agency, pores over one-of-a-kind books created by prospective parents. Stories and photos describe their lives and family backgrounds. Each book probably vibrates in her hands: Pick me. Pick me. As if profound longing can be contained. Packaged.

Larkin chooses the book made by a young couple we know. Let’s call them the Ryans. For months, they’ve been raising funds. They have a small son who exuberantly empties his piggy bank for the baby sister-to-be.

Like every enterprise love undertakes, adoption is costly. Risky. This agency seeks the best match-up, regardless of gender preference.

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Then, the long-awaited call comes: Larkin wants to meet them. Both couples hit it off right away.

“When I saw your picture,” Larkin confides, “I knew you’d love having a girl!”

“You’re having a girl?” Perhaps our friends grab hands, under the table.

The birth mother nods, beaming. “I read your story and already love you guys. So what do we do next?”

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Together, the two women see the doctor. Together, they hear the hidden heartbeat. I imagine ripples of laughter, shining eyes, the bemused technician. Yes, this is really happening.

And now Larkin’s tummy finally pops out and the baby starts turning, kicking—as if God has kept her a secret until the exact geography meshed with these people, this moment.

Meanwhile: no layette, no nursery.

Frantic paperwork. Painting. Borrowing. Shopping.

Labor commences—3 weeks early. No one’s prepared. The Ryans are out making music with friends when they get the call. Wide eyes, shrieks, hugs all around, hurried prayers and high fives.

We head to the hospital, too, where Sue Ryan keeps Larkin company, later steps out for a break.

When it’s time to push, Larkin panics and calls for her return.

“You’re strong. You can do this,” our friend says.

“Okay,” Larkin says through tears. “Let’s have this baby.”

And she does.

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All evening as we wait for news, bustling nurses, surprised by the rare bond between birth mother and mother-to-be, repeatedly comment, “This is so beautiful,” and “It’s never like this. This just doesn’t happen.”

To adopt is to apprentice the heart to the unknown.

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The baby arrives safely. Her name—which means “a fresh green shoot”—was chosen over a decade ago, prayerfully cherished all these years.

Time exhales, stilled for now. Trembling, a new family cradles the future.

Soon, the two couples will share a meal. They’ve known each other two weeks. They’ve shared unforgettable hours: love, profoundly extravagant. Bittersweet. Sacrificial.

And some say there’s nothing but bad news these days.

love

 

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Filed Under: Small Wonders Tagged With: adoption, hidden, longing, love May 2, 2017

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  1. Nancy Bentz says

    May 15, 2017 at 4:29 pm

    And she was given life. So were all the other hearts in this beautiful birth story. Congratulations and precious wonder at God’s great graciousness. So lovely, Laurie.

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    • Laurie Klein says

      May 15, 2017 at 8:34 pm

      Nancy, yes!—all-glorious, all-caps, irrepeatable LIFE. Thanks so much for reading the story and celebrating its holy outcome.

      Reply
  2. Carol Wilson says

    May 7, 2017 at 6:09 pm

    Such a glorious tribute. A portrayal of love glittering like a galaxy.

    A number of years ago, a pregnant teen lived with me. I had the joy of presence during her delivery. The adoptive parents chosen for the baby entered minutes later. A couple of days later, a planned ceremony with a pastor gave birthmom, birth grandma & the chosen parents the joy of a worshipful dedication. Then, Birthmom prayerfully and tearfully let go.

    Adoption — a glittering galaxy of love.

    Reading this story was a precious honor. Thank you, Laurie.

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    • Laurie Klein says

      May 8, 2017 at 11:18 am

      Carol, it’s such a glorious story to retell.

      What a once-in-a-life-enhancing gift of care and compassion you offered your young friend, and what an honor to be alongside her the whole way. That ceremony must have been profound.

      Your galaxy image captures the awe of these holy, ongoing, eternal connections.

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  3. Michelle Ortega says

    May 6, 2017 at 5:54 am

    Many thanks for sharing this story, Laurie, and much love toward this beginning, this lovely witness of life and hope!

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    • Laurie Klein says

      May 6, 2017 at 10:17 am

      You’re so welcome, Michelle. Thanks for celebrating their lovely beginnings. I’ll pass along your good wishes. 🙂

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  4. Nancy Ruegg says

    May 4, 2017 at 3:25 pm

    The miracle of birth is heart-filling on its own. I can’t imagine the torrent of joy these two couples experienced as these amazing, God-engineered events unfolded. Thank you for sharing their ultra-uplifting story. (Beautifully told, I might add!)

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    • Laurie Klein says

      May 4, 2017 at 7:48 pm

      Nancy, you’re so right about birth stories stirring the heart. Witnessing the timing of each unfolding stage in this one left all deeply grateful, and sometimes, almost breathless. And thank you for your kind words on the telling. 🙂

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  5. Joy Lenton says

    May 4, 2017 at 1:48 pm

    Oh what a beautiful, moving story! And to think it’s all true, with names altered, of course. God was certainly in the detail of this tear-jerking saga. You’ve written a lovely poetic offering here, Laurie. One I hope and trust both parties mentioned are privy to a copy? I devoured every word. Not that I don’t do that with all your writing. But this? This is a breathless, perfect gem of a tale, and one that leaves a reader sighing with satisfaction at the happy ending. Thank you for sharing such a deeply personal yet universal story here! xo

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    • Laurie Klein says

      May 5, 2017 at 10:39 am

      The quiet stories can amaze and transport us, that’s for sure. I’m grateful for your willingness to immerse in this one, Joy, catching your breath here, sighing there, seeing God’s hand in it all. As do I. It was a privilege to try to give voice to it.

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  6. Roberta Depner says

    May 2, 2017 at 4:58 pm

    Thank you for giving words to an opus only God could orchestrate.

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    • Laurie Klein says

      May 2, 2017 at 5:22 pm

      Yes! Such perfect orchestration—an extraordinary, “artistic work” indeed—an honor to give voice to the story, a privilege to share.

      Reply
  7. Wendy Boggs says

    May 2, 2017 at 2:59 pm

    Absolutely lovely. Who doesn’t need some really good news these days? Thank you for sharing such a poignant and personal story.

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    • Laurie Klein says

      May 2, 2017 at 4:18 pm

      Wendy, it’s breathtaking isn’t it, what happens under the radar when love has its way. Thanks for reading and leaving your thoughts. 🙂

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  8. Sarah says

    May 2, 2017 at 1:56 pm

    Oh be still my heart. Love this story, so much♡♡♡

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    • Laurie Klein says

      May 2, 2017 at 4:16 pm

      Me too. Such a privilege to share it.

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  9. Judith says

    May 2, 2017 at 10:56 am

    Laurie, you are such a gifted writer. I love reading your blog. I’m so grateful you took my class so I could meet you. Divine intervention.

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    • Laurie Klein says

      May 2, 2017 at 11:29 am

      Judith, I feel the same way about you! Thanks for following. 🙂

      Reply
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