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Sunday, November 10, 2013

Tummy Mommys

A dear friend of mine who have lived Janaa's life and adoption with Brent and I will often remind me that adoption is born from grief.  It is tomorrow right now in Thailand. It is Veteran's Day.  That day 6 years ago was one of my greatest answers to prayer for Janaa (and myself, to be honest).  Without going into long details, I had to meet Janaa's birthmom (her tummy mommy) to have her sign papers.  

These papers weren't just any papers.  You see, she had already signed papers for Janaa to placed up for adoption.  She had done so TWICE almost 4 years earlier.  She should never have had to sign these papers again.  However, this time she had just re-signed 4 days earlier and those papers were not accepted so this last time she was required to write a paragraph in her own handwriting as to her decision to place Janaa. 

Too often birth moms get bad wraps for their "decisions".  First, a sinner is a sinner.  None of us are better than the next.  When you're going through an adoption it is easy to over-read people's experiences.  I realized early on that I would love for Janaa to know her tummy mommy.  It appeared that most children who knew their "whole" story were able to put their life together in a healthy manor.  
But, for this to happen there was great loss.  Loss of a daughter, loss of a mom, loss of ever knowing a father.  The forever family generally has lost parts of their child's life. The sweetest gift was our meeting that day.  Janaa has a very similar spirit of her birth mom.  She is sweet and kind.  She is tender and loving.  I have only spent a few hours total with her on 2 different occasions, but there is no question that Janaa is loved beyond words.  

Until Janaa, I had always thought of adoption as what birthmom's did if they had no way to feed or care for their child or if they were just really heart-less.  How ignorant I was!  I often wish I could remove that thought from ever being in my mind.  The reality is that many birth moms could provide for their kids, their necessities and even be loving mothers. However, their love is so great that they want more for their child than they can give as a single and sometimes young mother.   

I have read several accounts of precious birth mothers and how the Lord has used their adoption to change their life.  Most of these precious moms are quite contrary to what my concept was. They love with a love that I struggle to understand. They love with a love that placed part of their heart with another for the good of their child.  I can't imagine that pain, especially at the beginning when the separation is new.

Having what we had with Janaa is nothing short of a miracle, almost unheard of!  I'm already wandering what the chances are that I will be able to collect any information for Caleb.  If not, which is most likely, I am praying that the Lord will provide the right words to answer the "unknowns" for him one day.  God gives more grace when the burden is greater, but it's hard not being able to tell your child answers to gaps in their life. 

The thought of another also having the name or roll as "mom" was concerning for me at first. I have learned that a child can't be over-loved.  While God's plan was never for broken families He redeems all things to Himself.  We are a broken people loved perfectly by our gracious Heavenly Father.  I pray He will mold me into a mother that reflects His love and grace to my children as He has done for me. 
 

Monday, November 4, 2013

Concerns

I have been slow to post a lot of information about the Congo and adoptions.  Let me begin by saying there is a lot of misinformation.  Just because we may have strong feelings one way or another, posting them may not always be helpful.   Even though pages may be secure, it is still on the world wide web.  With that out of the way... Christianity Today has a great article about the halted adoptions in Congo.  I am going to post it for you to read if you care to know more. Congo Halts Adoptions

(I am full of very raw emotions right now.  We just got back from the airport welcoming friends who returned from the DR Congo with their son.  It doesn't help that this time 6 years ago we were in Thailand getting Janaa.  I'm always emotional in October and November.  It's just pitiful folks.  I thought age was making me more emotional, but maybe it's the beauty of adoption.)

Watching our friends come down the airport escalator as a family was pretty emotional.  We were in the same place 6 years ago and words just don't explain these experiences in life.  Not only that, but we are with the same agency going to the same country.  We have been excited and anxious for them as we have watched their journey. They have been an encouragement to us in our faith as we watched them face some difficult decisions with grace, love and integrity.

SO...You're probably wandering what we are going to do.  Will we continue with the Congo?  We don't have a lot of answers right now. We are in a great place, as we are waiting to have our fingerprints done to receive approval from the US government to adopt internationally.  At this point we plan to keep moving forward.  We will watch what happens in country for the next couple of months.  When our friends have had time to rest and feel more adjust to their new family, we hope to learn a bit more from what they know being in country.

Tonight I am overwhelmed with God's blessings.  Growing up, I never thought of adoptions as being miraculous.  Birth was, but adoptions were just a paper process.  How incredibly wrong I was!!!  Each time a child enters a family I am reminded that God wrote a unique story for them and probably parted more than one "Red Sea" to bring them to their forever home.  

Right now, we are asking you to pray for us.  We need great wisdom as to how and when to proceed.  We have no doubt that this is part of Caleb's story.  Pray that the Lord will use this to show us more of Himself . My very selfish prayer is that when he comes home that he will still fit in my nephews' hand-me-downs that are hanging in his closet.


The day before heading to Bangkok for the adoption board meeting
and all the paperwork that must be processed before flying out. Yes, we all
slept in that bed.  So much space for someone so little.