An Adoption Story
Memoir
Date Published: October 22, 2024
Publisher: Double Entendre Ink
A twin herself, Lisa Crawford Watson believes she has the insight needed to mother twins. Mounting obstacles impede the adoption process, and she examines whether such setbacks are signs that she shouldn’t adopt. But when identical twin infant sisters in need of a permanent, stable home come into her life, she falls in love with them and knows what she must do.
Adopting premature twin girls who were born drug- and alcohol-addicted, and jostled, separately, from foster home to foster home, creates one hardship after another. Lisa quickly learns that raising children is a feat of sacrifice and unpredictability, and caring for children born into trauma may be more difficult than she ever could have imagined. Over the years, the twins wreak havoc on every relationship within the family and on Lisa’s heart. Has adopting the girls caused more harm than good?
What We Wished For: An Adoption Story shares a woman’s quest to build a loving family. It is a tale of courage, perseverance, and what remains when things don’t go as imagined. This memoir speaks to anyone who has ever struggled with a life-altering decision, one from which there is no turning back.
What We Wished For - Excerpt
Given the chance, I believe she
would have done it. Would have hit hard and fast, burying the knife deep.
Friday night typically meant cheese pizza, washed down with two-percent milk,
and poking at green salad, followed by vanilla ice cream with sprinkles. It was
“Girls’ Choice Night,” and my twin girls, then thirteen, invariably chose the
same menu.
Hayley
had just dug into her ice cream, shoving way too much into her mouth with that
first bite even before she’d cleaned her plate, but I didn’t comment. On this
night, it was her choice. I took a bite of my salad and wondered if she was
going to get brain freeze from that much ice cream. I glanced at her sister,
Hilary, holding a slice of pizza near her mouth but not eating as she watched
her twin, and felt a smile tug at my lips as I absorbed the peaceful, maybe
even happy mood around the dinner table.
In
retrospect, I sometimes wonder if that moment was just too good for Hayley.
Rather than filling her spoon with more ice cream, she threw it at me. As I
dodged, and it clattered against the tile floor, she shoved back her chair,
tipping it over, and looked at me with a rage I hadn’t seen in months deepening
her chestnut eyes. Poking her finger toward my face, she yelled, “Fuck You,
Mommy! Fuck you!” Then she ran out of the room and down the hall, into the
refuge of her bedroom, and slammed the door.
The
moment hung on the air. Heat radiated across my face as I looked at Hilary, her
eyes on me, perhaps silently wondering, as was I, what had just happened, and
what I was going to do about it. I had believed in the seemingly idyllic moment
we were sharing, had counted on it, really. A happy time ’round the table I
could paste into memory. The pizza, mixed with a sour mash of sadness, fear,
and a heaping spoonful of disappointment, lay heavy in my gut as I got up from
the table, invited Hilary to finish her dinner, and departed the dining room to
check on her sister.
By
the time I followed her down the hall and slowly pushed open the door to the
room she shared with her sister, Hayley had already found the pink Swiss Army
knife her Auntie Linda had brought her from Europe for that Girl Scout camping
trip—something I thought I’d confiscated—and was doggedly knifing her bed to
death. Her flannel sheets lay in ribbons, draped off each side of the mattress,
whose gored center had freed a burst of memory foam.
She
paused just long enough to glance up at me, brandish her knife, and say,
“You’re next.”
About the Author
A fifth-generation Northern Californian, Lisa Crawford Watson has published seven books and thousands of articles in local and national newspapers and magazines. She earned a bachelor’s degree in sociolinguistics from the University of California, Davis, and a master's degree in education administration from California State University, Sacramento. She currently teaches communications, writing, and journalism at California State University, Monterey Bay.
Lisa lives with her husband in Carmel on the legendary Monterey Peninsula, where she focuses on fitness, family, and philanthropy. As a resident of the “Canine Capital of the Country,” Lisa has a devoted following for her weekly dog column, for which she has profiled more than seven-hundred furry friends.
Contact Links
Website: lisacrawfordwatson.com
Facebook: Lcwcarmel
Instagram: @lisacrawfordwatson
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I love stories about adopting kids!
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