Category Archives: Adoption

A New Paradigm

I read this blog post awhile ago… it put into words a lot of things which I wanted to say, but wasn’t so sure how to put.

Oh, and if you are wondering about our dossier, I am still waiting for permission to send it…

A New Paradigm by Dorean Beattie, from the blog The Cheerful Giver

I witnessed a conversation on Facebook the other day about adoption that got a little uncomfortable. It started when someone posted a link to a family that was fundraising to pay for the adoption of their next child. Most women were saying, “Thanks for letting me know! I’ll go check it out!” One woman, however, asked a very honest question: “Why should I pay for someone else’s child?” Most people were shocked, because they get it. Women tried to lovingly explain to “Confused” why it was appropriate to ask for help in adopting, but she was having none of it. To her, it was an issue of parents not planning well. With good planning, time, and patience, anyone would be able to pay for adoption, and that was that.
As I observed the conversation, I saw the real issue was one of paradigm. Confused still viewed adoption in the old paradigm. This is the school of thought that says adoption is what you do when you are unable to conceive. It says, “Our family isn’t complete because we have no children. We’ll adopt 2.5 kids, get the dog and the picket fence, and then we’ll have it all.” There’s certainly nothing wrong with this line of thinking; it makes sense for couples who can’t conceive to adopt the child another has conceived but can’t raise. However, there is a new paradigm of adoption that  brings with it a different motivation to adopt.
This new adoption paradigm (some are calling it an adoption revolution) doesn’t view adoption as primarily a way to fill a couple’s desire for children. Rather, it is a means to provide for and protect the estimated 137 million orphans in the world. Some of these orphans have lost both parents (or the only parent they’ve ever known) to disease, war, or some other tragedy. Some of them have living parents, but are orphans in the sense that the parents have turned them over to orphanages or agencies because they can no longer meet the needs of the child. In this country, most are “orphans” because their parents lost custody due to inability to care for them, or the parents relinquished their rights to the child at birth. No matter how they come to be known as orphans, they are children in need of someone to step up to the plate and say, “I will parent this child.”
This new paradigm has brought with it a new breed of adoptive parents. They are not people out to fulfill their needs, desires, or dreams. They are people who are out to fulfill the call of James 1:27, which says that pure religion (meaning your faith is unselfish,  and your life is offered as service to God) is to take care of orphans and widows. The families I personally know that are part of this adoption movement have willingly laid down the “American dream”  of having a big house with lots of extra room, fancy cars, and fancy vacations in order to bring some of these children into their homes. Their lives are busy, their houses are full, and their children are blossoming beyond belief! They have traded comfort and ease for smiling faces and full hearts.
To Confused, I would say, you are under no pressure to pay for someone else’s child. But if you stop to think about it, wouldn’t you like to help pay for Jesus’ child? For his children? Wouldn’t you like to join the behind-the-scenes army that, while not necessarily equipped to bring orphans into their own homes, have been equipped to help bring them into a permanent home, with a permanent family, where they will be raised with love and dignity, in the knowledge of the Lord? Because in reality, that’s the bottom line of what the adoption movement is all about.
For Confused, and anyone else that is now curious about what it looks like to be part of this “secret” army, I’ll write more on that in a couple days. For now, let the truth sink in that adoption isn’t always what it used to be. It’s about the children, not the parents. It’s about little beauties like this, that without parents willing to put aside their own comfort for her sake, would have begun her life in foster care, where it is unknown when or even if she would have found a permanent home.
Selah…


Again

Yes, I drove to Topeka last Thursday. Andddd, I drove back again today. The Secretary of State’s Office, where I go for the apostilles, made a mistake. One of those “how-could-this-happen”, “I-didn’t-even-think-this-was-possible” mistakes. Not a huge deal. Just three more days and another trip to Topeka.

I hope our dossier is mistake free now. I hope I don’t have to go back to Topeka.

I have done my part, for now. Aaron has to fax it tomorrow to get our approval to mail it.

Topeka

I think I might have to drive to Topeka tomorrow. Which would not be so exciting…. EXCEPT that it means that our dossier is done! And I’d be going over there to get everything apostilled.

Aaron’s employment letter finally came, so now we hopefully have all of the papers that we’ll need.

We just have to fax our entire dossier to have it checked, and if it’s good, we hand it over to FedEx.

This would put us right on track for a November travel date, like we’ve been hoping!

I Love Them

My Family is lovely. I blogged before about the great garage sale Aaron’s family had for us. Aaron’s family is lovely too. My in-laws have done A LOT for us. But this post is about my family. Sorry, in-laws.

They blow me away with their generosity. The t-shirt fundraiser. Coffee fundraiser. Donating money. Giving us children’s books. Picking up stuff we needed at Ikea. Offering to make curtains for their room. One sister writing a recommendation letter and the other proof-reading it. My family is awesome.
Then, I get an email from my mom “can you order me some big photos of Reed and Scarlett for our garage sale?” Um, hello? A garage sale?
My mom and my biggest sister* had been planning it for weeks and kept it as a secret to us. Until she needed my help ordering some photos. Even then, I had to pry to find out what was up.
They raised $400 for Reed and Scarlett!
I think my family is pretty amazing. And you know what was extra amazing, their neighbors pitched in, too. Four different neighbors brought over things for them to sell. They didn’t ask their neighbors to donate anything. This morning, they just showed up, boxes in hands, for our fundraiser. Some of these people Aaron and I know and I have been friends with for years. But, one of their neighbors, we’ve never met before.
This really, really blows me away. Lots of people with big hearts live in those two blocks in Allentown, Pennsylvania.
*I can get away with calling her my biggest sister right now, because she is not only the oldest, but she is also 7 MONTHS PREGNANT! Yes, my parents will be going from 4 grandkids to 7 grandkids (new baby + Reed + Scarlett) in the month of November!

Almost There

We’re almost done. Paper chasing, that is.  I will feel tremendously relieved when our dossier is on its way to Eastern Europe. Our 171-H was NOT mailed yesterday. Because, we got it yesterday!!! Aaron was home from work a bit early, so we immediately headed over to our favorite notary. But, she was out on vacation. Big let down. And, it was 5:30, so no chance of going to the bank.

But, he came home a bit early again today, so we could go to the bank and get this document notarized. I get so nervous that they’ll make a mistake and we’ll have to do it all over again. But nope, everything was perfect. It did not take long. A huge relief.

We are still waiting on Aaron’s employment letter. This is maybe the third time we’ve had it done? 4th? 5th? Not sure. I hope it will come tomorrow. We need to fax these new documents to someone to check them before we have them apostilled. Then we need to fax ALL of our documents to be checked. Then we mail them.

We are slowly acquiring more things for Reed and Scarlett. Their room is slowly coming together. Last weekend we got their car seats, thanks to a lovely friend who gave us an old car seat for the Babies R Us Trade-in. Somehow I doubt that anyone will ever confuse whose is whose…