Did you know November has been designated National Adoption Awareness Month? November has also, according to the Farmers’ Almanac, been designated National Pomegranate Month. But I digress….
The goal of National Adoption Awareness Month is to bring awareness to the tens of thousands of children in the U.S. foster care system who are in need of permanent homes. When my husband and I began the adoption process almost three years ago, we considered adopting from the foster care system or internationally. Ultimately, we felt led to pursue an open domestic infant adoption.
We selected an adoption agency in early 2014 and spent the next several months completing our home study (paperwork, training, meetings with social workers, more paperwork). By August, we were ready! Ready to be chosen. Ready to be parents. And then we waited….
Waiting was hard. Our agency helped us create a profile, which was posted on their website along with the profiles of other couples and families waiting to adopt. Birthparents could review the profiles and select a family to raise their child. Kind of like online dating.
As the days turned into weeks and months, I watched other couples and families move from “waiting” to “matched” to “placed.” My husband would ask, “do you think anyone will pick us?” And I’d reply, “I don’t know.” We were almost picked twice. In spring of 2015, we got to know a lovely young lady who was expecting a baby girl in August. Sadly, she experienced complications with her pregnancy and ultimately suffered a miscarriage. Shortly before Christmas 2015, we were contacted by a gentleman who was considering placing his young son with us. He and his wife ultimately decided to keep parenting their son.
I found myself starting to lose hope. As summer of 2016 approached, my husband and I seriously considered quitting. The fee we had paid the adoption agency was for two years, and that two years would expire in August. Was it time to give up on our dream to be parents?
Then one morning in late June, my phone rang. The caller ID revealed it was the adoption agency. “Are you sitting down? A little girl was born at midnight yesterday. She’s perfect. Her parents want to place her with you and Michael. Can you be at the hospital at 4 pm this afternoon to sign the paperwork?”
Our precious daughter’s adoption was finalized in September. She was, without a doubt, worth the wait.
I recently came across a quote by Max Lucado. He said, “If anybody understands God’s ardor for his children, it’s someone who has rescued an orphan from despair, for that is what God has done for us. God has adopted you. God sought you, found you, signed the papers and took you home.”
My daughter is not an orphan (I regularly exchange text messages with her birthmother) and I certainly didn’t find her (I love reading her the book God Found Us You
). Nevertheless, this metaphor still resonates with me when I consider God’s love for us, His patient pursuit of us, and the joy of a Father having found his child(ren).