Today, is the first day of #AdoptionTalk blog link up and I am excited to mingle with new blogger friends and readers. Check the rules and topics HERE and join us!
At the bottom of my post, you can link up your adoption story or read the stories shared. Here is mine:
When I write about our adoptions, I tell the story from the only point of view I can. Mine. I realize that if my children could tell their stories they might sound quite different and in time I’m sure they will. I was the person who had a choice in many ways when it came to our adoptions, they did not. So I tread carefully when telling our story because it’s really my side of the story. And my children will one day have their own stories to tell.
|this is us, roadtripping (notice the empty back seat)|
|spotting an airplane for the first time|
Finally, on Valentine’s Day 2012, we were all on the same continent as a family of 6. And that was only the beginning of our story in many ways. Months of bonding, learning from each other and adjusting proved to be hard on everyone. But out of that hard, a family started to take shape. We weren’t perfect but we all tried really hard to be united.
7 months later, we saw a picture that once again set the wheels in motion to add another child into our family. A little girl with an uncertain future needed a family.
We knew her special needs were many but our family would be where her true abilities would be realized. Since most of our paperwork was current, getting the process started would be easy. Our finances was the biggest barrier, but one by one, fees were being lowered and God was making a way for this little one to have a family.
On Thanksgiving Day, 2012, I met my 5th child for the first time. I learned more about her special needs and knew we didn’t have much time to get her to medical care.
Eric met his daughter a few months later, she was now officially ours but more paperwork was needed to bring her home. We felt the invisible clock ticking as she seemed more lethargic and weak.
June 2013, I traveled to Ghana to complete the final step of our adoption. A 2 week trip turned into 6 weeks but I promised not to leave without her. We arrived home in July and our family of 7 was complete.
Adoption is not a fairy tale. It’s beginning is rooted in loss and separation. It’s hard work and daily willingness to the attachment process both for the parent and the child. I am honored to be a mother to the bravest children I know.