I’ve had the privilege this week of spending a few days in Pennsylvania with my sister and her family. I’m here to present my book to the Eastern Coast, and spent the last three days sharing a booth with her at the For Women Only Expo. Throughout the show I met a ton of different women from all walks of life and I’ve shared my story again and again, each time ending with my stories of adoption. Through my telling, I’ve gained other stories as well. I’ve met women who struggled through pregnancies or without pregnancies. I’ve met mothers of birth children and adopted children, and I met a fair share of women who have been adopted themselves. And through it all, I was reminded again and again of how blessed I am to be an adoptive mom. And it’s true. I am blessed. There are times that are hard, don’t get me wrong. There are times when my heart aches that I haven’t always been the first mommy, or the only mommy. That I have missed crucial parts of my children’s lives and upbringing. But the fact remains that regardless of our histories and the way we’ve come together as a family, we were meant to be together. I chose them, and in turn, they’ve had the opportunity to choose me.
I remember that first ride to our home with our daughter. She was seven at the time and the thought of adoption, new parents and a new home in a different town had to be more overwhelming than I can even imagine. And I remember praying that in time, she would grow to love us. In time, she would call us mom and dad. As painful as those prayers were, pulling on the strings of my hopeful momma’s heart, I knew that deep down, it would be her choice to truly become part of our family. And I knew that it would take time, a LOT of time, to see if these hopes and prayers would ever truly come to fruition. So I waited on pins and needles. But the curious thing is that I’m not the only one who waits to see if their child will accept them. God waits too.
At the heart of it all, we are all given the opportunity to be adopted. Galatians 4:4 tells us that (and I’m paraphrasing) when it was time, God sent forth his Son, to offer us redemption so that we might receive adoption into his family. But adoption isn’t a given. It’s not handed out to just anyone. While we all have the opportunity of entering into this family, we have to choose to do so. But our kids don’t really have a choice, right? We adopt them, we’re the adults and we ultimately make the final decisions, right? Legally, yes. But in their heart? In their soul? No. The choice to become part of our families is up to them. And as they grow and become adults, the choice to remain part of our families is their choice as well. Just like we choose whether or not we want to be an adopted child of the Father ourselves.
So what about you? Are you adopted?
This photo was borrowed from:CASA of Franklin County