Unfortunately, not all adoptions turn out well. There are many horror stories out there and trust me, I was worried.
Our intent initially was to foster until we found a child, preferably a baby, to adopt. Our first placement was a twelve year old girl who I will call "A". Let me tell you sister, fostering a twelve year old girl is not for the faint of heart. Fostering, in general, is not for the faint of heart. It takes a very special person or couple to take in these children, most of them wounded and sad, and care for them like they are your own.
I think some people also have the misbelief that foster and adoptive children should be grateful to be in a "good" home. First of all, they're children. Second of all, 98% of them have seen, felt and experienced things that would bring you to your knees.
Our foster daughter had been abused by her step-father and discarded by her mother when the court said this young girl could no longer live with her step-father. A's mother had a choice to make and she choose the man over her flesh and blood. I can't tell you the number of hours A spent sitting on my lap, rocking and sobbing that she didn't have a mother. It was heart wrenching. On top of that, there was substance abuse, physical abuse and God knows what else that she witnessed prior to coming to us. She would make references to drugs and sex that I had never heard before.
Even though we were able to get her settled into our home, she kept acting out in school and eventually had to go to a different school district, which meant she had to be moved to a new foster home. At the time, my daughters were 11 and 13. They couldn't understand why A acted out the way she did and why she had to leave. My youngest daughter was heart broken when A left. I was too.
So it was at that point we decided we would simply (ha ha) adopt rather than foster-to-adopt.
After our experience with a pre-adolescent we decided we didn't want a child any older than 10. We were willing to accept a sibling group but no more than two children. Sounds simple enough - HA HA.
Well, our county generally doesn't have young children who are adoptable so we kept getting calls for older children. We kept saying no even as guilty as we felt about it (and it really sucked saying no). Our caseworker sent our homestudy out to other agencies across the country and we were finally matched with two boys ages 2 and 6. Keep in mind that we were into this process by about 7 months.
We drove 6 hours to meet them. I knew the instant I saw them that they were my children.
You see, ever since giving birth to my second child, I'd felt like someone was still missing from our family. I longed for another child. I prayed for another child. Almost daily...........I can't adequately explain the empty feeling I had where this child was supposed to be. And then, after a 6 hour drive and laying eyes on my sons, the feeling left me. Its never returned.
I'm not going to say its been sunshine and roses, because it has not. Raising children, in general, is not.
The adoption process itself was long and stressful. The six year old had some behavioral issues. The two year old spent the first week throwing up all over everything because he was so upset. I have never in my life been vomited on that much.
But here we are, 10 years later. Two of the loves of my life - blessings, absolute blessings. I wouldn't change a thing. it was all worth it - the wait, the stress, the vomit - all of it.
Today I read that Sandra Bullock adopted another child from foster care. KUDOS to her!!! I got chills when I read the story.
I've attached the article for you below.
The lesson in all of this, for me, has been that the universe has a plan. We fight it, try to manipulate it and ultimately relinquish ourselves to it. I'm so thankful the universe sent me these boys.
I hope the universe sends you what you're wishing for. Have a blessed day my soul sisters!!!