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Adopted at 52
By Jean Campbell
oNormal>At first I didn’t catch on when members of the group I was traveling with wanted to know whether my granddaughters were my son’s children or my daughter’s. Eventually I realized they were trying to figure out which of my children is in an interracial marriage. My granddaughters are beautiful with their thick black hair and brownish-black eyes and features that reflect their Latino heritage. I have long forgotten that they don’t look related to me.
oNormal>Each time someone asked me about the girls, my granddaughters would look at me and listen intently as I answered. They would smile and nod when I said, “I’m adopted.”
oNormal>Seven years ago, 6-year-old Elena told me that she did not have any grandmas in
oNormal>Elena choosing me as her grandma thrilled me. I know how important and special a grandma can be to a child. My grandmother and I had a wonderful time together. It was a role I wanted and didn’t know I would ever have. My only child was dating someone, but didn’t seem in any great hurry to get married and have children.
oNormal>Elena is about four feet tall, with thick, silky, shoulder-length black hair. Her eyes are so dark brown they are almost black. She has fair skin with a sprinkle of freckles over her nose. She’s in a class for gifted eighth-graders in her school, and she plays violin and takes voice lessons.
oNormal>Early on it became obvious to Elena that desserts were important to me. One day, as Elena and I were sharing a piece of cake, she said, “Grandma, every night I ask God that you never get diabetes because you love treats so much.” I told her that was a great prayer and asked her to keep saying it every night.
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