Lost Girls of China

So... I thought I would take my blog in a new direction tonight. I titled it dance, love, and NYC with the intention of writing about all three, since all three are incredibly prominent in my life. I know what you are thinking, NO I did not try to steal the Joe's Crab Shack catch phrase for the sake of a witty blog title. (Although that is something I would do.) Honestly I don't blame you for thinking this, I have done my fair share of blogging about the city and dancing in the city, but have yet to blog about love.

Its a Saturday night on Halloween Weekend, and I decided to stay in and watch a documentary. Lame, I know, but I love documentaries. I also think that Halloween is one of those holidays that doesn't need to be stretched into an entire weekend. One day is plenty. Anyways, I decided on a Nat Geo Documentary titled "The Lost Girls of China".

The documentary was about the effort in China to control the population and the law prohibiting families to have more than one child. This law, in combination with their cultural standard of male supremacy is leading to thousands of little girls being abandoned or even killed. My heart broke for the wives threatened to be divorced if they do not have a boy, and even more for the mother's who were forced to abandon their baby girls because of a cultural standard. I started crying about five minutes into the film and kept crying the remainder of the show. My tears shifted from heartbroken tears to tears of joy when they interviewed a woman who courageously paid thousands in fines and faced discrimination in her neighborhood in order to keep her baby girl as a second child. Then they followed American couples to China, as they went to adopt these baby girls after years of waiting and anticipation. The look in the parent's eyes as they first see their child is incredible. The grown men were crying and the women were trembling. I felt as though I got a glimpse into a sacred moment. A joy that great shouldn't be shared with just anyone. It is too special. I felt honored.

I couldn't help but think that my emotional out pour is God preparing my heart to adopt a little girl from China one day. I sent my fiance a text message during the movie that said, "I want to adopt a little girl from China." He responded, "OK. Two?" (Yes, ladies, I have a keeper.) Sure, it may sound as though I just got caught up in my emotions, but I know I wasn't. God has big things planned for Miguel and myself. I can't wait.