We interrupt our seven kids in six days post to bring you some important news. Our last paperwork was picked up from the Consulate today. Our work is done. Now, I just wait to travel. WOO HOO!!!
**This post is part of my seven kids in six days series. Over the next six days I will be recounting how each of our kids joined our family, not THEIR story, but OUR story. This is the story of FPD and my journey to each of them. Throughout the posts, I’ve linked to the adoption agencies and people who helped us find them. Well, the ones we would recommend anyway.***
How do I explain Bubbly? I can’t. I’m sorry. You would have to meet her, because folks, the girl defies words. She always has, and she probably always will.
There is no clear way to explain how or when we decided to adopt again. After the Diva, FPD was sure we were done. We had three handsome boys and a beautiful little girl. We should be done, right?
Almost immediately after bringing the Diva home, I started looking at blogs. I started visiting waiting child websites. Something was missing. I had no idea what I was looking for, but I was searching for it. Then, I realized it was someone that I was missing. I started opening my eyes to how many kids are out there waiting for families. FPD was a little more hesitant, but just like everything I’ve ever felt strongly about, he came to where I stood eventually, and we walked the path together.
We tried to adopt from Ethiopia first. We failed. We lost a little guy that would have been one of the boys around here. He went back to live with his biological family and we learned an important lesson in ethical international adoption. Too bad we weren’t done learning.
We researched Ghana. We fell in love with the country. I traveled to a place that I thought was totally noble. It turns out, it wasn’t. But, in that place, this little girl was waiting. This was the first picture I ever saw of Bubbly.
She was the only child we’ve ever adopted that I knew I loved before I even met her. When I saw this picture the first time, I had no clue what was happening to her in the orphanage she was living in. I had no clue about her background, her life before us. I knew nothing. I just knew I loved her. Then I met her, and this is what I saw.
The girl is pure joy coming out of a place that was pure pain. She still is. Bubbly is my only child that truly needed me as much as I needed her. The four before came to me as babies. Yes, they needed me at the time, but other families would have died to adopt them. Later, Giggly and ShyGuy would come and while they need me too, they came from a bio family that loved them, but that wanted more for them. Adoption is a complex web of cause and effect, something so deeply rooted in loss, and so different for every child.
It was different for Bubbly. There were no families waiting. There was no bio family to care for her. There wasn’t anyone for Bubbly. There isn’t anyone for many kids out there. There are thousands of kids out there like Bubbly, who radiate pure joy while they wait in a place of hopelessness. While I don’t give details of Bubbly’s story to anyone, I’m sure that many of you read between the lines and think you can imagine what she went through. You can’t. I can’t. I try, but I’ll never be able to. I’ll never know. I won’t lie. I struggle with the unknown everyday.
If there is one thing I want everyone to walk away with when I tell them about Bubbly’s painful beginnings, it’s that you need to stop and look for what’s missing in your life.
Otherwise, you might miss the someone out there that you didn’t even know you needed in your life until you realize you can’t ever imagine life without them.
who can’t imagine her life without her Bubbly.