One evening last week, hubby said something that later sent me spiraling into a fit of tears. At the time, it was great news, to hear that he could forsee us finally on the adoption journey by this time next year. Yay! I thought at first. Though I was guardedly optimistic (he’ s led me on like this before), I was, still, optimistic.
But sometime over the 24 hours following his announcement, something began to change. I began to think “This time next year? I’ve already been waiting for over a year and a half. Zoe is already over 3.5 years old. By this time next year, she will be closer to 5. If we don’t start until this time next year, and most adoptions of infants take anywhere from 12 to 18 months from application to child in arms, then she will be nearly 6 years old by the time her younger sibling comes into our lives. Do you realize what that does to my entire plan?! It’s compeletely thrown off by more than 3 years!!! I don’t want there to be 6 years between Zoe and her next sibling! My sister was 9 years older than me. Zoe already has siblings 6 and 14 years older than her. Dh’s sister is 6 years older than him. This was not my plan. Two years apart was the plan, modified to 3, compromised to 4.”
On the spot, I began to bawl. Neither of us saw that coming. Even upon waking the next morning I was overcome by what I now realize was grief. Grief over the loss of my “perfect” family. Grief for the loss of my solution to years of my own loneliness as a child, loss of my answer to the disconnectedness of the blended family I now live in, loss of dreams of Zoe having a sister or brother close in age that she could have as a companion. I went so far as to tell my husband that the whole adoption idea was off. I was not going to have another “only” child.
The grief even made me rethink going to the Fostering Hope meeting at church that day. Fostering Hope is a new ministry that has launched at my church, a ministry dedicated to bringing Christ into the lives of foster children in my area. I was completely deflated and discouraged so I thought I might just blow it off. Hubby encouraged me to go though, and even took the day off from work to go with me.
The Holy Spirit really ministered to me through that meeting. I realized that I was focusing on adoption as a solution to my problems, a way to meet MY needs, rather than looking at the child’s needs. I realized how selfish I was being. There are so many children that need homes and I was ready to deny a child a chance in our home because s/he didn’t fit my plan. I thought I was fully committed to God’s will for adoption, but had actually exerted my own will on how that would look. I realized, again, that I needed to let go of my will for my family and fully submit to God’s plans for creating my family, however that may look. I shared this revelation with my husband and told him how hard it is to grieve the loss of “the perfect family.” He was so understanding and supportive.
I guess I have to keep trusting Him to grow and prosper my family and give us a hope and a future the way HE wants.
God, give me less of me, more of you. Help me not to get in the way of your plans. Be with us on this journey toward adoption (But can you please hurry it up a bit?)