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380 pages, Paperback
First published May 8, 2000
This baby was found; she was meant to be found – that is the important point here. The story that Kelly's mother had to offer, I realized, was closer than we thought. The best evidence was Kelly herself. Her sweetness and courage, her humor and grace. Her mother left the biggest clue of all in this baby's ready smile. Her mother loved her. If I know nothing else about this woman who gave me the gift of this beautiful child, I know this: When she cared for this baby, she cared wholeheartedly. When she set her down, she set her down gently.
Sometimes, I’d heard, when he walked through the orphanages, he touched the babies on the heads and whispered to them, “Hey, you will have a home very soon.”
. . .
Yet I knew that somewhere in the landscape that was fast disappearing from sight I had a Chinese soul mate, a mother who had by her unfathomably sad loss allowed me to realize and almost impossible dream. Where was she and what was she thinking in that moment that her tiny daughter was being lifted high into the air and out of the land of her birth?
. . .
“We have a saying in China,” he said. “We say that maybe these babies grew in the wrong stomachs, but now they have found the right parents.”
This baby’s mother and possibly her mother had held her, fed her, carried her, for at least three months before she was found [in the market] and taken to the orphanage. Babies have persuasive powers to make us love them and three months is a long time. How unspeakably hard it must have been to walk away. And yet someone had. While I was at home in San Francisco, fretting about bureaucratic logjams, someone in south China was bundling up that beautiful three-month-old for a last trip to the marketplace.
According to the World Health Organization, around the world 10 million children under five die each year from disease, malnutrition, and violence. If children everywhere have a common enemy, its name is poverty.
For now, I hope every mother back in China will realize someday what a gift she has given to a family like mine; that she can know that her daughter is greatly loved and well cared for. I hope that changes within China help all its lost girls and all their lost mothers. I hope the orphanages – if they must exist at all – prosper. I hope the Chinese Center for Adoption Affairs gets the support it needs to move those dossiers along quickly and that the magical and mysterious matchmaking continues. I hope, in fact, that the floodgates open. I hope the aunties and foster parents in China are numerous and good-hearted. I hope every lost daughter, discovered on a bench, left in a field, found wandering alone, can be nourished, touched, smiled at, and given a home – if not in the land of her birth, then in another place where she’ll be happy.