I donāt think Iāve told this story before, but the most unexpected, meaningful conversation of my life took place after we adopted our daughter. A younger woman in our group at work, whom I didnāt work with in any clients, asked if she could talk to me in private. She then told me that she had placed her baby for adoption while in high school, and that seeing our happiness over our adoption had brought her closure she didnāt have before.
Iād always thought that adopting kids would be an amazing thing to do, and kudos to you, MM, an all others. It just never worked out for me and my relationships, especially now that Iāve turned into a career country bachelor.
Back to the namings: I remember sitting around an outdoor fire as my mom (not a drinker) had her 2nd glass of wine and volunteered the info that my brother was named after a former boyfriend (ābecause I liked the name!ā). My dad was sitting there and had never heard that before, and the look on his face was priceless.
Mom was also at SWT at the same time as a well-known actor, and went to a few frat/sorority events as his date, so I still give both mom and bro shit to this day that he should have been named āPowers [lastname]ā