Right into our Hearts.

Yesterday was National Adoption Day.  On National Adoption Day last year, we welcomed a tiny, somewhat blue baby into our home.  A baby whose prognosis was unknown.  A baby whose diagnosis eventually became something of our worst nightmares.  My kids loved her absolutely fearlessly though, because that’s what they do.  She had already been in our hearts for many, many months.

This weekend we were spending time “off the grid” welcoming our still small, but not nearly as blue, new preschooler into our home.  He has been in our hearts for many, many months as well.  It was equally amazing, just in a different way.  It’s amazing every single time we have done this, but always in a different way.  Each child’s entrance is so different, yet so beautiful.

I know I have said this so very many times before, but it’s not FullPlateDad or I who have the magic that leads to any kind of easy transition for the children who enter our home.  In fact, we’ve had some rough transitions.  I’m not saying that it’s beautiful because it’s easy.  It’s not.  Adoption isn’t easy.  Transition isn’t easy.  Loss isn’t easy.  That said…

There are no words to explain how proud I am of my children.  There were 8 of them here before.  Now there are nine.  One of the most frequently asked questions we get on the ‘Top 10’ list of questions we get daily is…”Don’t you ever feel like maybe you can’t give all of those children ENOUGH?!?”  My answer is usually a puzzled “Enough…of what?!?”

Last night we all cuddled into our family room with pillows and blankets all over every open space on the floor to watch the original 1947 version of Miracle on 34th Street.  It’s a childhood favorite of mine, and I told the kids it was something I wanted to share with them.  Just so you don’t think I’m living with some freakish Stepford kids, there was complaining about the “boring”black and whiteness of the movie.  How could it be any good if there was no COLOR?!? I got straight up ticked and had to remind them that not all good movies involve HD or really awesome digitally enhanced space fighting scenes.  Some just involve a whole lot of heart.  They caved, and we watched, because y’all they really had no choice.  We’re making family memories here, DANG IT!!!

As I looked around the room as we watched this ‘boring’ movie, I realized that our tiny Chinese tornado, also known as Mighty, had quieted.  I looked at our over-stuffed arm chair to find his spiky-haired Asian head lopped to one side, laid gently against the side of his cocoa-colored brother, Middle-Middle.  Mighty had fallen fast asleep.  That’s our Mighty, he’s a run, run, run and then drop kind of guy.  The two were such a contrast.  As Giganto began to snore, not very quietly, next to me, I thought what a contrast we must make, a white mama and her dark brown baby.  Then I looked over to see Giggles stroking Dolly’s forehead gently as she fell asleep.  Here’s a Ghanaian girl and her tiny Chinese sister, two girls who would never have met if it weren’t for adoption, but hold a bond that I can’t even put words to.  Each child who enters this home, enters it right into the other children’s hearts.  There is no hesitation.  There is no pause.  There is only love.

For the adults in the home, it’s not always quite that easy.  There are orphanage habits to break.  Trust to be won.  Trauma to be overcome.  But none of that matters to my children.  I am so grateful for that.

None of it is easy, but even in brokenness, it is all so very beautiful.

There are thousands upon thousands of children waiting all over the world.  If you are interested in adoption, please contact me.  It isn’t easy.  It is expensive.  But, there is so much to be gained.

who would love to tell you all about beauty from the ashes.

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