November is Adoption Awareness month…which I am sure you all know!
Did you know: My little man is adopted?
We got him when he was 5 weeks old.
It wasn’t the perfect situation. There was a whole lot of drama involved. Drama between a birth mother and a birth father who didn’t want anything to do with a baby, but instead, chose to use him as a pawn in their marital strife.
All while I sat on a beat up, tweed, la-z-boy recliner– holding a 4 pound, cocaine addicted preemie.
Y’all, adoption is not the perfect option.
Sure, it is totally romanticized in the movies, in books, and on the news.
It is not easy.
For either party involved.
But—
It has been one of the biggest blessings of my life. We did not ask for a special needs child. As a matter of fact, we asked for a healthy baby.
After 2 failed placements, however, we were aching, raw, and devastated.
So we prayed for Moses. We wanted a baby to float down the river and in to our arms.
He did.
We received a phone call stating there was a baby to pick up in another state—and how fast could we get there. We were chosen! There was a baby!
All we knew was that he was premature.
When I held him, he was mine. Every square inch of him was mine. I never once felt like he was someone else’s baby.
I vowed to protect and take care of him all the days of his life.
I had no idea what I was getting in to…
…and I wouldn’t have it any other way! I thank God daily for cerebral palsy, ASD, psoriasis, a feeding tube, doctors, therapists, aggressive behavior…because without them, I would not be praying for my son.
My son.