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this mommy loves the Grace in her life


Sweet Baby Girl,

As you lie next to me on this bed, crashed into sleep from the sugar and excitement of the morning of your fourth birthday, and so excited about your party this afternoon, I’m thinking about you.

I love you, this little girl God has given me. I love your zest for life, your excitement over absolutely everything. I love that no one is a stranger to you, you gladly give hugs to whomever wants to hug you; you love completely and without restraint. You are almost always happy. You immediately make friends with any child you come into contact with. “Hi, my name is Grace. What’s your name?” You are far more gregarious and more of an extrovert than I have ever been. I love your ability to win others over. I love how you thoroughly love your little brother and want to play with him all the time.

I’m finally believing those who told me, “The years will go by so fast!” When you were one and two and three and the days went by so slowly, four seemed so far away. And now I look back and wonder where the time went, and think about how in another four years you will be eight. Eight!

I want you to love God. Your family. Adoption. Africa. Missions. Your unique heritage. I want you to be a person of character and integrity. I want you to treasure Christ. I don’t want you to lose your joy when you turn 13…as I’ve seen far too often.

And I’m scared. Because I wonder if I really am cut out for this task of being your mother. I feel like you deserve so much more from me than you get. There is so much I want for you, so much that I want to develop in you, and I wonder if I really can do it. Then I remember that I can’t do it—not on my own, anyway. It’s only the grace of God that will work through me, and only the grace of God that will work in you.

So my precious Gracie, as we begin a New Year in history and a New Year of your life, I pray that God will continue to fill both our lives with His grace. And that it will infuse your life in such a way that others will say, “What a perfect name for you!”

Love,
Your Mommy

Bath Babies

Fun!

My brother and his wife

love, love, love blanket sleepers! I’m used to my kids sleeping only in diapers…so this is fun!

This picture epitomizes the personality differences in my children.

My grandmother used to paint. When I was born, she painted me a beautiful picture of a little girl with brown eyes. It hung on my bedroom wall until junior high, and then was left behind and lost forever in Liberia during the war. This Christmas my Grammy gave me another of her pictures–also of a little girl. Very, very special.

Christmas part 1

Christmas part 2

My heart is full! Thank you, Lord, for wonderful memories with our families.

Feelin’ Cold

An Adoptive Parent’s Perspective on “Find My Family”

ABC’s new reality show, “Find My Family,” helps adopted kids (who are now adults) find their birth parents, and birth parents find the kids they put up for adoption. When I heard the premise, first I didn’t want to watch it. Then I decided that I wouldn’t be allowed to really have an opinion about it unless I watched it at least once. So I did.

On one hand, the show made me glad. Without meaning to be (just like Juno and Bella), it is very pro-life. One of the people featured on Monday’s episode said, “I want to thank my birth mother for giving me life.” When she finally got to meet her birth mother, those were some of her first words. She knew her birth mother had a choice. She was a teen mother and could have very easily taken the easy way out. But she didn’t.

On the other hand, it made me sad. I’ve read the books–so many of them. I know how hard it is on adopted kids to not know where they came from, to not look like anyone in their families, to not know anything of their genetic or genealogical history. I can understand why adopted kids feel the profound need to search for their birth families. But that’s why it makes me sad–my kids won’t be able to. Of course, I would always be happy to support my child in a search. But short of giving DNA tests to every person in Tanzania, my kids are not going to find their birth families. We know nothing. Not a shred. So it makes me sad to see these adopted people in this show talk about how important it is to them, and know that won’t ever happen for my kids. Only their Heavenly Father will be able to heal that hurt.

The rest of my feelings were just conflicted. Is the show pro-adoption? I can’t really tell. One person featured seemed pretty unhappy in his adoptive family. The other said to her adoptive mom, “You’re the only person I will ever call Mom.” That was cool. But I worry that by only focusing the show on the birth families, prospective adoptive families could get scared off. Why adopt a child if they never really will feel part of your family? Even the name of the show, “Find My Family,” bothers me. Don’t my children already have a family? Are we only second best? That’s not how I view adoption, and that’s hopefully not how my kids will see it.

I also wonder what it’s like for adopted kids to watch this show. I’ve read that most adopted kids fantasize about their birth parents, and usually they believe that their parents never wanted to give them up, are living a happy life somewhere, and desperately hope to find their children someday. Of course, this show only focuses on stories like that that really are true. They are not going to feature the stories where the birth parent is living a screwed-up life, or has no desire to meet his or her child. They’re not going to tell the stories of the multitude of international adoptions where there’s no way to ever find the birth family.

You know what would make a great show? Adoption stories. Where children with no family finally find one. That’s a show I would watch.

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