On Having Two Children

New Rules:

“Grace, you’re not the mommy.”

“Please don’t yank Josiah by the arm when you want him to come with you.”

“Please don’t pick him up by the neck, either.”

“Please don’t dump water on his head.”

“Please don’t make him laugh while he is eating.”

New Revelations:

It takes 4 times as long to get ready in the morning.
It takes 4 times as long to get in and out of the car.
A two-year-old can be amazingly independent.
A two-year-old can get into a heck of a lot of trouble while being independent.
“Mommy, he likes me!”

Unresolved Questions:

How exactly do you get two children to sleep in the same room at the same time?
How do you eat dinner at the same time as your two children?
What do you do with the second child in the grocery store?
How do you cross a busy street with two children?

And New Concepts:

Grace is learning the meaning of the word “brother.” Last week, a young couple was at our house. Grace asked the guy, “What’s your name?” He told her. Then she asked him, “What’s your brother’s name?” pointing at his wife.

Yesterday we borrowed some puzzles from a friend. One was a Mickey Mouse puzzle. Grace is in love with Mickey Mouse even though she has never been to Disneyland or even seen a Mickey Mouse cartoon. But very excitedly, she took the puzzle over to our Jack Russell, Minnie. “Look, Minnie! It’s your brother! It’s your brother!”

And finally…
Grace: “Mommy, my brother is crying.” (Thanks, Grace, I didn’t know).

And when I talk to him: “Mommy, he can’t talk yet.”

Two Weeks as a Family of Four

So yesterday we learned Rule #47 in raising children: Getting two children to cooperate in a photo shoot is 10 times harder than one child. But anyway, here we go….

Grace is a great big sister. When Josiah cries, she says, “Don’t cry, Sweetie. I’m right here!” And then she says, “I’ll get you a spoon!” For some reason, she’s convinced that will make him stop crying. And sometimes it actually works.

Our lil’ guy.

The doctor confirmed he is indeed little. Below the 5th percentile actually. But we are fattening him up!

The shirt says it all! (Thanks, Mom!)

Making a variety of noises with finger and mouth is one of his favorite things to do…this must be a boy thing? Preparing for all those car and truck and helicopter noises.

Clapping

Cutie!

Double cuties.

The other day I had strapped Josiah in the high chair at lunch time, then ran into the back of the house for a moment. When I came back, Grace was feeding Josiah unbaked cookie dough with a spoon. Ummm…Mommy’s little helper?!

“This is my brother Messiah!” she proudly tells everyone. The other day I was letting her watch part of the Jesus film for children. “Mommy, they are talking about Messiah!” she told me excitedly while pointing to her brother.

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He is my best friend. He is a great listener. He gives fantastic advice. He takes me out once a week. He is an incredible Dad. He genuinely loves playing with our children. He genuinely loves his students. He is an amazing Bible teacher. He agonizes over whether his students really “get it” and is constantly thinking of better ways to teach them. He remembers the things that are important to me. He is a very hard worker. He fixes things that break. He disciplines our children with love. He urges me out of my comfort zone. He makes me try things that I would be too afraid to do. He makes me laugh. He makes my children laugh more than anyone else. He reminds me to relax. He makes me a better person. He loves His Savior.

I love you, Gil. Happy 31st Birthday!

The Elephant in the Room

“Can’t you have ‘your own’ children?”

I heard this today. Gil heard it last week. Others have been brave enough to ask us. But I’m quite confident that pretty much everybody wonders about it and doesn’t think it’s polite to ask.

The truth is, I really don’t mind being asked this question. Now….having it phrased like that isn’t exactly the best way to ask, since it implies that something is wrong with us or that somehow biological children would be more significant in some way.

But I certainly don’t mind talking about it. So. To answer the question on everybody’s mind, here goes:

I don’t know if we will ever have biological children. We haven’t been preventing it for over 4 years now, and when we lived in the States we were tested. There is nothing medically wrong that would prevent us from getting pregnant. I did get pregnant, once, about 3 years ago, and we lost the baby after only 8 weeks. We’ve never tried any method of treatment, mostly because we live in Africa and that’s not an option. But even if we were in the States, I’m not sure how far we would go down that route. Just getting tested was emotionally draining enough. And though the adoption process is long and difficult—as fertility treatments are—at least we have the guarantee of getting a baby at the end—which isn’t a guarantee during treatment.

HOWEVER, adoption has never been a “Plan B” for us. Both of us have been interested in adoption since high school. Both of us talked about it with certainty since before we were married. There was never a question of whether we would want to adopt.

We love adoption with a passion. It’s an incredible, beautiful illustration of God’s pursuit and love for us. Remember, none of us were born into God’s family! All of us were orphans. We were purchased from Satan at an enormous price—despite our own wickedness—and those of us who have accepted His incredible Gift of Grace have been adopted into God’s family. This is why we named our first child Grace.

Adoption is a picture of redemption. Orphans were never a part of God’s original plan. Yet adoption is a way of reversing the effects of the Fall. It is a high privilege. And it is definitely addicting.

Of course, there are “issues.” My children will never be entirely Tanzanian nor entirely American. (Though that would be the case even for biological children that we raised here!) They may struggle with their identity. They may struggle with wanting to know their birth families. But even biological children have “issues”—don’t we all? God never promised that parenting—or life in general–would be easy.

My prayer is that my adopted children grow up loving that they are adopted. That they would see God’s hand in their lives since their birth. That they would relish the uniqueness of their family. That they would have a deep and profound understanding of the gospel because of their adoption. I know this is no guarantee—no matter how “good” we are as parents. That is why it is my prayer.

Do I want to get pregnant? It was pretty important to me a few years ago. And even now, I would love to experience a pregnancy and birth and breast feeding. And if God wills that I never get to experience those things? Thanks to the grace of God, I can live with that. Because the enormous blessings I am experiencing through adoption are greater than I could have ever imagined.

And our next? Maybe from India! 🙂 For some strange reason, the Tanzanian government doesn’t usually allow permission for a third Tanzanian child (but we will try). But we love the idea of a multi-national family anyway.

Joy!

HE IS HOME!!!!

What a wonderful day.

Of course, the suspense has been killing me the last couple of days. Yesterday the social worker told me that they hadn’t had electricity for over a day and thus the letter hadn’t been typed.

This morning I called her about 8 times without her ever answering. Finally, I sent her a text message with an impassioned plea to please try to get us the letter today, because Gil was going to start work again on Monday. She sent a text message back, “It’s already been signed.”

Uhhh….were you going to tell me?

So off we went! Picked up the letter, drove across town to the orphanage, and picked up our baby!

The details:

His name is Josiah Christian George Medina.

Josiah: the name Gil and I had picked out for our first son since…probably before we were married

Christian: his orphanage name

George: my grandfather’s name. We added this name just today, because we found out that the very moment we were picking up Josiah from the orphanage, my 84 year old grandfather slipped into eternity. We knew it was coming–he has been in a coma for a month now, but the irony of his death at the exact time Josiah entered our family is something we will always remember. Joy in the midst of sadness.

Josiah’s birthday is November 1, 2007. He is almost 10 months old.

You may remember that there were 5 available baby boys at the orphanage to choose from. Gil and I were both inexplicably drawn to this little guy. God put him on our hearts. We also think it is really special that his orphanage name was Christian, and Grace’s orphanage name was Christa.

He has a very different disposition from Grace, who from day one was everybody’s best friend. Grace has always been very easy-going, friendly, happy, and full of songs and dances. Josiah is very solemn. During two of the three visits we made to him in the last month, he cried without stopping the entire time! So we figured this would be a different kind of adjustment than we had with Grace. But he did pretty well today, considering all the changes in his little life.

He has giant dark eyes that take everything in. All day today, he has been watching us. When one of us leaves the room, he cranes his head to follow where we are going. He is very serious, but also very alert and expressive with those huge eyes of his. We’ve gotten some almost smiles out of him, especially during bath time.

He seems small for his age (but maybe that’s just because I’m comparing him to Grace!) but seems developmentally on target; he is crawling and pulling up and “talking.” (Sigh…unfortunately, no immobile period for me!)

Grace is doing great–a little more emotional than usual, but is very eager to show Josiah everything and teach him everything she knows. Since Josiah he is already 10 months old, it won’t take him very long to become a playmate for her!

I praise God for what He taught me while making us wait these extra weeks. Josiah is all the more precious to us now, and my Sovereign God is all the more trustworthy! I praise Him for how He is creating my family.

I am blessed indeed.



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