A couple of weeks ago I wrote about the miracle of birth. Since November is national adoption month I wanted to share with you how our daughter came into our family through the miracle of adoption.
Dh and I decided long ago, before we were married, that we would grow our family through adoption instead of making a baby ourselves.
We had a couple of reasons for this decision but basically we both have never had the desire to have a biological child. We felt that there are so many children in this world that need families why make another one?
As we grew up, got married, and bought a house we still really wanted to adopt and decided now was the time. We needed a child to love. The desire in my heart to be a mother was so strong I could think of nothing else. Adoption is not about “saving” a child no more than getting pregnant is. It is about wanting be a parent and wanting a child to love.
Once we decided we were ready to be parents we contacted a few different adoption agency’s and they mailed us their information. We also attended a foster care orientation and learned about all the wonderful ways to adopt a waiting child. After looking at domestic, international, and foster-adoptions we decided that international was the best way for us at the time. There are many different reasons why people choose international adoption. I guess it just felt like the right thing for us. Although now that I have gone through the process I will probably look more into domestic next time, and perhaps one day when our kids are older we will do foster-adopt. I don’t really want to get into all of the technicalities of how one goes about adopting a child maybe I will do a separate post about that later this month.
Mainly I just want to share with you the incredible blessing adoption has been in our lives. I’m sure every parent feels that their child is the most perfect, beautiful, brilliant thing on earth but MY DAUGHTER is the most perfect, beautiful, brilliant thing on earth! Once she came home the year and a half of paperchasing, waiting, paper chasing, and waiting, and more waiting melted away. She was just my daughter and I was her mother. Every time she says those beautiful words like “mommy, daddy, or I love you”. My heart smiles and I know my reason for being on this earth.
Whenever I read on someones blog that they have just brought their child home I cry because I remember what an amazing feeling that was. When I think about her birthmother and her fosterparents I am awe-inspired at the sacrifices they made for this little girl.
Much like becoming a parent is purely for selfish reasons I think that making an adoption plan for your child is the most unselfish act a human being can do.