Keep the Faith
By WilsonLite on March 29, 2011
If you were given a list of available children to adopt, which one would you pick? Would you look for the cutest, youngest, happiest little boy or girl? Or would you choose an older child... say around 15 or 16 years old?
My husband and I are currently going through this right now. Last year, we were chosen...yes, I said chosen... to adopt a child (or children). We have a natural son already but realized that adopting a child would make the most sense for us.
For anyone wondering, because I get asked this question a lot... Yes. We are able to still have children. We just chose not to have anymore after we had our one and only son. And why are we adopting?? Have you ever looked at your state's website listing of foster children waiting to be adopted? Have you ever thought about what actually happens to those children you see on the television that were left at home alone with their crackhead mom after mom got stoned, burned down the house, and went to jail? Yeah, those kids that you said "I can't believe the state didn't do something" or "I'm so glad they took those kids away from those horrible parents"... those kids are all waiting for someone to step up and actually be parents to them.
You see, when the kids are taken out of those horrible places that you see in the news, they make their way into the foster care system where they are either transitioned back into their natural parent's home or shuffled to foster parent(s) who may or may not be able to adopt them when they become available. If the foster parents can't adopt them, they're put in a database where they wait... and wait.... and wait... and wait... and depending on their age when they enter the system... they wait so long that they can't wait anymore and they age out of the system at the ripe old age of 18 when they are supposed to miraculously become productive, responsible adult members of society, even though they've had no real up-bringing.
I was adopted as an infant and was raised by the most wonderful parents anyone could've asked for. But that is only a small part of my draw to adopting. I believe that we were chosen. We both believe this. And I also believe that no matter what criteria for potential adoptees we may have, the right child (or children) will choose us, not the other way around.
I don't know the reason why we've been lead down this path. But I can tell you that the more real it becomes, the more nervous and... apprehensive.... I become. I've thought about backing out and wiping my hands of the whole thing, but I can't. New situations scare me and give me ridiculous butterflies... but if I don't help at least one chilid, who will? Will you? Your neighbor?
For now, my husband and I have faith in God that everything will go the way He has planned... and what is that? Well, it's not for me to know... at least not yet. But we will keep the faith.