November 25, 2007

One Reason We Chose a Local Agency

A social worker from our adoption agency called the other day with a story to tell.

She was picking up a pizza with her kids last weekend. They were waiting in the lobby when she heard them call out the name of another customer to pick up his order. The name happened to be the same as the dad of Ms B's child.

When the guy stepped up to pay for his pizza, she realized it wasn't just that he had the right name. He was also the right age. The right color. The right build. They were in the right neighborhood.

She's been diligently calling him for a couple of months, trying to engage him in the process. They've talked once or twice over the phone, but he didn't show up for the one appointment they scheduled. She watched him walk out of the restaurant and thought, "If that is him, I can't pass this up." So she stuck her head out the door and said, "Excuse me. Do you know a woman named [Ms B]?"

It turned out to be him, the father of Ms B's baby. The social worker introduced herself. They had a little chat right there in the parking lot while her kids waited inside. He was polite. He asked for her card and said he would call her.

It may turn out to be nothing; he may never call. But the social worker feels that now they've at least met she can be a little more direct in talking to him. Trying to communicate that even if he doesn't want to raise his daughter, he doesn't need to give up the chance to be part of her life.

The morning of her call to me, I had actually been thinking about him quite a bit. Wondering what was going on for him, how everything was going to play out. Thinking about how hard it would be to explain why--when faced with such similar circumstances--R chose to commit to his kid and this guy didn't. Making a mental list of information to grab now to set her up well if she ever wanted to find him.

Although my particular faith compels me to believe that God at times orchestrates events both large and small, I am not one who sees meaning in every coincidence. But part of me so wants to find a purpose in this chance meeting. To be able to look back and realize this was a turning point.


Anonymous said...

That's great!

Megan said...

That's terrific! First, kudos to your counselor (I would have expected no less) for taking every opportunity presented to her. Second, I hope it makes a positive difference. Thanks for sharing.

Tammy said...

I hope and pray that this is a turning point in this situation, on so many levels. One of my greatest griefs for Bug is that we don't know her other father. Nothing but a first name. No leads at all.

Wow... that is a pretty amazing circumstance, chance some would say. I for one don't think so.

Anonymous said...

That is a very interesting coincidence, yes? And best of all, your SW embraced the moment. Good for her. Good for B and her child. Good for you.

Anonymous said...

I hope it works. Awesome for your SW to be on her toes!

Clementine said...

Wow--that's incredible. What are the odds? I'm speechless.

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