……Continued from part 1. Click here if you missed it.
Warning: this post is long. With few pictures. And many references to crazy conversations I have with God.
I do hope you read it.
So after months of paperwork and appointments, we sent in our adoption packets to 2 adoption agencies in March. We had naively assumed the “approval process” would go quickly. We are decent enough people. No criminal histories. No reason to see them denying us. So we thought we would probably get approved the following week….maybe 2 weeks later?
By some standards it may have been quick…. but it took until May (2 months later) for one agency to approve us and until July (4 months later) for the other agency. Basically when an agency gets your packets they have to go thru it with a fine tooth comb. And inevitably….there are forms missed, signatures missed, etc. They also have to type up the entire home study. And have it signed off on by the “head” of each agency. Essentially…they have to ensure we aren’t nut jobs.
There were also parts of our lives the out of state agency wanted “more information” on. Because we have 3 bio kids, they wanted our home study coordinator to come interview just our kids. Again….probably to make sure our kids aren’t nut jobs either.
What a hilarious experience that was. Our coordinator is a great woman who over the course of the last 10 months has gotten to know us well.
And thank God.
Because Ava got on the floor and barked like a dog for a portion of the interview.
And Easton shocked me by expressing some concerns over how the new child would affect him and his brother.
In them middle of the interview, the boys started to rough-house….or what we affectionately refer to in our house as “playing grab ass”.
And I just giggled at my family and our life. It is chaotic and real and loud and authentic. And I love it.
I feel confident our coordinator loves us and yet I couldn’t help but wonder what notes she was making……hmmmmmmmmmm????
Then she has to go back to her office and take several weeks to write up our home study. Basically a small book that a judge will see before we are able to get our new baby one day. I would love to read it, but I am pretty sure just the attorneys and her have access to it.
So we wait for our approvals and in the meantime, my phone rings one day in March. It’s my painting mentor and friend, Brenda Deeter who owns Morningstar Faux Finishing here in KC. Brenda is a wonderful woman of God who I know hears from the Lord. She called because she had a word from the Lord for me. I am thinking “sweet! What could it be???”. Hoping for a word like “you will win the lottery” or “your business will prosper” or something like that. LOL!
She tells me the Lord told her we are to “prepare our hearts“.
“Prepare my heart???????” What the heck does that mean? Prepare for what? Prepare for heartache? Prepare for sadness? I associate the word “prepare” with “get ready”. So instantly I am thinking….get your heart ready. But ready for what?????
So I calmly thank her for her call and then I go into full blown meltdown. You know, the one that requires a BFF to come to your house at 10:00 pm on a school night in her slippers with a bottle of wine. After talking me off the ledge, she assured me God gives GOOD gifts and “prepare our hearts” is a GOOD word. I am not convinced.
As God would have it, the next day I went thru my unopened mail for the week. Junk.junk.bills.bills. And an invitation to an adoption seminar from our home study coordinator. I remember her inviting us but I had brushed it off.
I open the invite and see it’s an evening to discuss “trans racial adoption” (adopting a child of a race different than your family’s race). I glace at the date and see it’s on a school night— St Patrick’s Day at that– and start to dismiss the idea of going.
UNTIL….I see the title of the seminar….”Preparing your Heart”.
And then my mom takes my 3 year old daughter shopping for a “new baby”. Ava came home with a darling brown skinned baby doll with absolutely no prompting from anyone and no discussions about what her sister may or may not look like. I am left thinking “Lord is this a sign?????”. I love how children don’t see color. They just see a baby.
I can’t explain how or why we feel led to adopt transracially. But we do. Despite hearing a few horror stories, despite gentle resistance from a few people in our life who mean well, despite not knowing the first thing about raising a baby of another color or ethnicity…..this is where our heart is at.
More time passes and I am working one day this spring on a Wednesday. I remember because typically there are no garage sales in KC on Wednesdays. And yet on this day….I saw a garage sale sign. I am about 40 miles away from home and have some time to kill before a painting appointment. I decide to follow the sign and see if by chance is wasn’t just an old sign left up.
I have heard some numbers being thrown around like one agency who used to do 3-4 adoptions a month…..now they have gone 6 months without a baby to place.
In my heart, I am hoping the adoption rate is dropping because of abstinence and not because of an increase in abortion.
And I am also hoping more moms are just choosing to raise their own children after weighing the option of adoption.
Unfortunately tho, one adoption agency has told me that shows like “16 & Pregnant “ on MTV is glamorizing teen parenting…..and lowering the number of babies being placed for adoption. And this is concerning.
Finally in May, we had a phone call with our first birth mom looking at our profile. This was our first experience on the official “adoption roller coaster”. I remind myself to not get excited. But can’t help it.
A few days later we learned the birth mom selected a biracial family with no kiddos for her biracial baby girl. I totally bless that decision and totally get that.
Call #2 came the same week. Same exact situation, just different birthmom. She also chose a biracial family with no kids.
And then we waited and waited.
Finally, a call last week. A Caucasian baby girl due in December. I was not surprised when we weren’t selected.
Then the very next day…..a 4th birthmom looked at our profile. I was sure this was it. I had a dream the 4th birthmom selected us. This birthmom was due in 12 days (yesterday was her due date). Wowza. I began to sweat a little since we have no bottles, no pacifiers, no diapers, nothing but a crib ready for a baby! And we were headed to Boston for 4 days on a trip my husband won thru his work. The time frame seemed intense, but we felt excited and a little confident.
I was shocked when the adoption coordinator called and said this mom had selected a biracial family with no children for her African American baby also. I am happy for the family. But sad for us.
Some days I feel like God wouldn’t take us this far and then there be no baby. And other days I wonder if He just truly wants to know how much we trust Him.
Some days I wonder how on earth will we have the energy/time/money for another baby. And other days my arms ache to hold a newborn.
At times I wonder if we should explore other agencies? Other countries maybe? But most days I feel like I don’t want to try to smash a round peg into a square hole here. I am certain God wants us with the 2 agencies we are with. Anything else would be a crap shoot. And if I have to fill out one more packet of information I will cry.
It leaves me feeling emotionally naked.
In the end, I know in my knower that my God has my heart in the palm of His hand. He will never leave me nor forsake me. And He is up to something in my family. We have committed to see this thing out. We have no idea how it will look, how it will get paid for, when it will happen. But we do know one thing….that God is good. All the time.
And so, please continue to pray for us and for our baby girl who only has a crib and one dress. LOL.