Yesterday was a very special day. Not because we were on a little mini “stay-cation”, even though we were. Not because we took our kids gem mining and then to the Polar Express- which we did. Those things were special, and amazing memories were made. But what made yesterday so special was what yesterday was known as. Yesterday was national Adoption day. This day is special to me for so many reasons.
27 years ago, a wonderful man came into my life. A man that would love me as his own child, and never treated me any different than he would his own… even after he had his own. My wonderful Dad adopted me 27 years ago… and has shown me what the true love of a Father shows. So many times, with adoption day, we are talking about Mom’s making the right choice. I am glad my mom made the right choice. Abortion was an option for her, and yet, she chose life. Her best friend, Anna, helped her walk through the process. My biological father didn’t want anything to do with me, and yet, she chooses to have me anyways. So,my adoption story starts with my mom making a wonderful choice, (that gets her flowers every day on my birthday!) and needing a Father. 3 years later, I got the daddy I NEEDED, and the one that was hand-picked for me. I still remember getting the little gold cross necklace he gave me, and the first time he called me Daddy. I had found my forever daddy.
When I was 14, I got adopted a second time. The Bible talks about how God wanted to be our Father, yet, we were born separated from Him. So, He sent His Son to live a perfect life for us, and then gave His life for us on the cross. Not only that, on the third day, He rose again, conquering life and death. Because of this, we can now have God as our Father, and He adopts us into HIS family. A family I wasn’t a part of before. I had found my forever Abba.
Then, one year ago, I began the adoption process again. This time, I would be the adoptive parent, and I would not be adopting one, but three blessings. It seems like my words get jumbled and my eyes get teary as I think about the first meeting that day Wednesday before Chick fil A and the Zoo when I met the children I would now call my own. I think I was more nervous then Scott (my boyfriend at the time) – he would be doing the introducing, yet I know I was more anxious. I spent the whole ride to SC listening to the book on love languages of children so that I could hopefully zero in on how to get into these kids worlds. Little did I know a little chicken nuggets and a walk around the zoo would do the trick. Add in a few days with them, some shopping, and lots of playing, and as I was driving home, I knew I had found a forever family.
On August 4, 2012, around 1:40 in the afternoon, it became official. We became a forever family. The pastor of my home church prayed and dedicated our new family to the Lord. Pastor Mark came back and made the pronouncement, and there I was. A family of five and a mom. It was an official moment.
As the weeks followed, I kept waiting for that moment when I would feel like the mom. When I would open my eyes and realize it wasn’t a dream, and that I really had three children. I realize now that it didn’t happen at any one moment. It happens in all the little moment. With Bekah, my 11-year-old, it happened the first time we had “girl moment talks” when she asks me to straighten her hair or to put makeup on her. It happened when she told me she loved me for the first time (and I know she knows what that means) or when we talk about the things in life that matter. For Jared, my 8-year-old snuggle buddy, it happened when he was sitting in my lap, when we read books together, do homework together, or when he slips his hand in mine. For my Busy Lizzie, my very busy 4-year-old, it is when she sings the goodnight song with me when we use “Mr. Washy washcloth” in the bath, when her blue eyes sparkle over something we have done, or maybe it was the first time she called me Mommy. Those are the moments, combined into one, that makes me realize I am a Mommy. A forever mommy to three blessings who lost their mommy. Maybe it happens for them when my heart aches for the fact that they won’t have their real mommy for things. Maybe it happened when I realized that I love them unconditionally, no matter what they do, how they act, nothing they can do can make me love them less. It is in those moments that I realize my adoption story has, in some ways come full circle. I have adopted three blessings. Blessings I prayed for years. I didn’t know they wouldn’t come from my womb, but they were birthed in my heart years ago by the prayers of not just me, but others. My love for them was birthed a long time ago when I knew I wanted to become a Mommy. I adopted three babies.
Not only that, I was adopted again. I was adopted as a Mommy. I think a lot of people forget that. It is not only the child that is adopted on that GOTCHA day… the Mommy (and/or Daddy’s) are adopted as well.
I am so thankful for Adoption. For the blessings I got to adopt as my own… and that they adopted me as their own. For my daddy, who adopted me. And most importantly, for my Heavenly Father, who adopted me with a love that is so deep I don’t often understand.