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Derek and I had been trying to get pregnant for a little under a year. Even though I know that is not a long time compared to how long many couples try, I knew that I was ready to be a mom and didn’t want to wait. We had discussed fertility treatments for less than 10 minutes and came to the conclusion that our time, energy and money would be better spent pursuing children who otherwise might not have a forever family. We looked into domestic adoption and as we were about to sign on with an agency, Derek and I both felt like we weren’t making the right decision.
I remember being very confused, as I thought adoption was what God wanted from us and then we were feeling like it wasn’t. Long story short, we researched local adoption agencies that work internationally. Within 18 hours of talking with the agency we chose, we were provided our first two referrals from Uganda. Fast forward about 10 months, we had lost three referrals and finally had a travel date to go to Uganda to meet Viola and Gideon.
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When we met Viola, she was 4 years old. She was a terrified little girl who had not seen a lot of white people before in her life. We were supposed to take her that day, but because she was so scared of us, clinging to the pole in the middle of her hut, we decided it would be a better idea to come back and visit a few more times before actually taking her with us. We did not want her to be traumatized from her coming with us. That was one of the best decisions we ever made. After visiting a couple times, we went again, but this time we knew we were going to bring her with us. We got to her home, she was given a bath and a new dress, and her grandmother leaned down and whispered something in her ear. She then quietly walked over to me and let me hold her hand. The Lord was so present that day, she came with us with no fight or tears.
Gideon was 2 ½ when we met him. He was a quiet yet cuddly boy from the beginning. He came with us right away, with no fuss. We took him to eat, where he had his first bite of meat. He ate his lunch and most of Derek’s lunch, too.
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Making sure adopted children build attachment can be challenging, but is so important. While in country, we all slept in the same bed, held them when they wanted to be held, bathed them, fed them, met all of their needs. It did not take them long to understand that we were going to be there for them. Derek and I feel very blessed by how quickly they attached to us.
словарь синонимов белорусского языка What was it like jumping into motherhood with two children?
There were many challenges that came with jumping into motherhood with two children. Most of the challenges came with Derek and I as a couple and as parents. Generally, when people become parents, they start with a newborn(s) and have time to ease into their parenting techniques. So there were times when we might have disagreed on how to deal with a certain behavior, but didn’t have ample time to discuss the issue and how we wanted to handle it. When you start with an infant, you ease into different behaviors such as touching things you aren’t supposed to, putting things into your mouth, etc. With toddlers, who don’t know a lot of English, it was very challenging learning and adapting to proper discipline techniques that Derek and I both agreed on.
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Derek and I took a class on attachment in children who have been through some sort of trauma. I credit this course for providing the resources we needed to properly attach to the children.
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I think everyone is different in what they need and what is helpful when going through a stressful time. There is a lot of waiting and paperwork and more waiting, and then some more waiting after that. It can be a very stressful time for people going through this process. Our hearts were aching for our children and the waiting is terribly unpleasant. I always appreciated the friends who let me talk their ears off about my worry and stress.
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I am always on the lookout for Africa-related activities, books, food, etc. A year ago, my dad and stepmom’s church hosted a Uganda Children’s choir for a meal and a performance. We took Viola and Gideon and they ate a meal with the Ugandan children, who got a kick out the words that Viola and Gideon still remembered vs. the words they completely forgotten. I could tell that they really cherished that event. My dad occasionally makes some Ugandan staples for meals when we visit. But most importantly, we talk about Uganda whenever the kids want to. We watch videos from when we were staying in Uganda and we are constantly telling them about the love that their biological family has for them. Some day we would love to be able to take them back to see where they were born.
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We definitely get looks, most being looks that say Aw, what a sweet family or Those are some cute kids, but occasionally we get looks that are a little more curious in nature. In the two years we have been home, I have probably had about 15 people come up to me and give me hair care tips. There are definitely days where it is very obvious that this clueless, white mama is trying to care for my beautiful black daughter’s hair. I will say that the blog Chocolate Hair, Vanilla Care has revolutionized my life and has taught me how to care for the kid’s hair.
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Derek and I were taking the classes necessary to get our foster license. While in the class, we were approached by someone at church about a birth mom that they knew. This woman had chosen adoption for a baby the year before and had just found out she was pregnant again. She had made the brave decision to choose adoption for this baby, too. After some careful consideration, we decided that this baby was going to be a Kimball. The birth mom allowed me to be at all the appointments starting at 20 weeks and then graciously gave my mother and I the opportunity to be in the delivery room.
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Our situation with the domestic adoption was pretty rare. We did everything privately with one lawyer, so there wasn’t much paperwork compared to if you were to use an agency. The biggest difference was the relationship I was able to build with Charlotte’s birth mother. I was never able to foster a relationship with Viola and Gideon’s mothers and I really value the time I was able to spend with Charlotte’s biological mother.
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They did great! There were and still are some bumps in the road where Gideon feels left out or Viola feels like she can appropriately meet all of Charlotte’s needs on her own. But they truly love Charlotte and she lights up around them as well.
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The Bible is very clear about how God feels about adoption. It’s not just something to skim over. God literally calls us to care for the widow and orphan. Because of this, Derek and I are committed to always being open for what God has planned for our family. We are finishing our foster license because we want to be available if there are vulnerable children that God has intended for our family. Our faith is the reason we do what we do and our faith is the reason our family looks the way it does.
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Adoption is scary, full of waiting, full of unknown, costly, and trying. Adoption is absolutely, 100% worth every stress, worry, and penny. Adoption is a beautiful way to build or add on to a family.
http://j0y.ru/doki/detskie-stihi-pro-olyu.html детские стихи про олю Everyone has a different story and perspective on adoption, and this is Kristen’s. Kristen’s guest post is part of National Adoption Month. Earlier this week, my friend January, who was adopted as a toddler from the Philippines, shared her perspective of being an adult adoptee. Later this week, my friend Zach will be sharing his experience of being domestically adopted and his journey to meet his birth parents. You can read my friend Kaia’s post about adoption through foster care here. For words from an adoption family therapist, check out Rachel’s moving guest post. This week, I’ll be closing up National Adoption Month with a giveaway of Mary Ostyn’s “Forever Mom” (multiple copies!) and Sara Hagerty’s “Every Bitter Thing is Sweet.”
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http://dosaaf-predgor.ru/perm-gortransport-raspisanie.html пермь гортранспорт расписание I haven’t been more excited about a guest post! I’m honored to share my friend January’s words on adoption. She has a beautiful heart and spends her days serving as a nurse at the University of Iowa. January was adopted from the Philippines at 1.5 years old, and she’s generously is sharing her perspective and thoughts on adoption. (January and I have been friends since we were seven years old and she was the maid of honor in my wedding, so full disclosure: I love this lady!)
время переваривания пищи в желудке таблица When Jonny and I started researching adoption, January was one of the first people I talked with. I believe it’s incredibly important to hear perspectives from adults who were adopted. I asked January to share the good, the bad, and the ugly for National Adoption Month. I just asked her to share what was on her heart — not what she thought I wanted to hear, not what she thought others wanted to hear — just to share. I’m thankful that she’s sharing her story. Each adoption story and each adoptee’s experience and story is so different, and this this is January’s.
http://flink23.ru/harakteristika-gori-atlas.html характеристика горы атлас I could talk about adoption forever. I don’t think it’d ever bother me. Some people have built up ideas that adopted kids don’t have a place in the world, but I don’t feel that way.
When I’m caring for patients, they ask me all the time: Where are you from? You sound so American. You don’t have an accent. I answer, I’m from Iowa. And they’re like…oh. And then I tell them that I’m adopted.
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Adoption is all I’ve ever known. I hear people say you should be thankful and your parents should be thankful. Just because someone might have biological parents doesn’t mean they’re good parents, just because someone might have adoptive parents doesn’t mean they’re good parents, either. I was fortunate to be in a family that loved me unconditionally — not everyone can say that, adopted or not. I don’t know anything different.
I think some people are uninformed. As someone who is adopted, you have to explain it in a way, and that can be tricky. I don’t think people ask inappropriate questions, but rather have an inappropriate tone. One time someone said, You must be really resilient because you’re adopted. I was like, What does that mean? Keep that to yourself. I’m not offended because I’m adopted, I think a lot of times people don’t know what they’re saying — I just have to take it with a grain of salt.
I also get the question: What are you? Um, I’m human. When you’re transracially adopted, I feel like you have to have a thicker skin to understand the world.
My parents told me: No matter what people say about you, no matter what misconceptions they may have — never let them make you feel not much as ours as a biological kid. That’s not the way this works. Because of that, I never felt insecure. Ever.
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My parents didn’t make me feel out of place. I had a good connection where we all felt very secure. My parents always told us that we might not look alike (my brothers and I don’t look like our parents or each other), but it doesn’t matter what you look like, what your hair looks like, what your skin looks like. What matters is love.
I remember when they sat me down about my sister. My mom was pregnant at a later age and there was a chance the baby would be born with a disability. My parents sat me down and said, if your sister has a disability, we’ll love her disability, and we’ll love her. We’re family. I’m also extremely close to my brothers. They’re not biological, but it feels that way. It’s all I know. Growing up, we relied on each other. That’s what family is — you rely on the people you’re with. Even though I’m from the Philippines and my brother is from China, we’re siblings. I feel very fortunate. I know not everyone feels that way.
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You need to teach your kids your family values. Adoption is another way to let someone in your family. There’s so much information on the Internet and all different types of media. Do the research about adoption. Be really be well-educated and informed. There’s also a lot of mis-information and falsified information — get to the source.
Make sure that if you go through adoption, teach your kids quickly and early — give them their base. I was given a good base and built off of that foundation. My parents taught me what was important — loving people unconditionally whether they look like you or not. Kids are way smarter than we think. Start talking about it young. David doesn’t look like Daniel but they’re still brothers and they love each other. The world will try to change their perspective when they’re older.
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I think the big misconception is that your parents can’t love you as much because you’re adopted. Growing up, children asked me if my parents didn’t love me because I was put up for adoption. They’d ask me if my parents loved me less. I’d say: No. They take care of me and love me just the way your parents love you. I think kids don’t know about adoption, and kids who aren’t adopted don’t know what it means…and their parents don’t inform them.
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I’d tell them the same thing my parents told me and what I hope their parents tell them: You’re not different. People are people across the world. Philippines, Russia, USA — adoption goes across all countries. It doesn’t make you any different. The idea is that you’re becoming part of a family and someone wanted that. But your validation should be internal. as you get older, people will ask you more about adoption. By being open, you will see that they might ask things because they just don’t know. Apply that base your parents gave you to people you don’t know. влияние музыки на жизнь человека балакаем перевод с татарского
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My brothers and I would always say that we we’re a melting pot of a family. We have a lot of different looks, but we’re still a unit. My brothers have dated all races and one brother married a woman who grew up in Europe. I think it just shows there aren’t boundaries about being accepting of other races within family or marriage. We were raised to be very accepting, whether we look alike or not.
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I feel like in the last couple years, I’ve had to reflect on this stuff a little more. I still go back to what my parents reminding me that they’d love me no matter what, biological or not. My siblings and I have talked about researching biological parents. I just haven’t. I”m just not there yet, maybe. My parents have asked me what I thought about my brothers being interested in searching for biological family. I said they’re adults and that’s their choice — it’s just not something that has come into my mind.
I’m a very Iowan, Midwest girl. People say, Filipino food is so good! I’m like: Guess what’s better? Corn! I guess I carry characteristics from the Midwest.
We’ve talked about going on a trip someday, just to see where we came from. I had a closed adoption. My biological mom was really young and couldn’t keep me. I don’t know a ton of details. They have a picture book http://abat-market.ru/image/flags/sitemap85.html досудебная претензия виновнику дтп образец . I don’t feel like I’d look up birth parents, but we could look up the agency. The one thing I wish I knew more about is medical history. I have no idea if something will happen to me. When I get sick, I have no history to look at to know if I could get something chronically. Medical history. That’s kind of scary. But other than that, I honestly forget I’m adopted sometimes.
f r david words перевод January’s guest post is part of National Adoption Month. Later this week, my friend Zach will be sharing his experience of being domestically adopted and his journey to meet his birth parents. My friend Kristen, who adopted two preschool-age children from Uganda and a newborn through domestic adoption, will be sharing as well. You can read my friend Kaia’s post about adoption through foster care here. For words from an adoption family therapist, check out Rachel’s moving guest post. This week, I’ll be closing up National Adoption Month with a giveaway of Mary Ostyn’s “Forever Mom” (multiple copies!) and Sara Hagerty’s “Every Bitter Thing is Sweet.”
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My fumbling feet traced the tile floor. Back and forth, back and forth.
My aching arms wrapped around him, trying to give comfort but feeling so powerless.
Hot tears streamed down his face. He cried out into the darkness and all I could do is sway with him in the cool room. All I could do was let my tears fall with his.
I ran my hand over his soft hair, the kind of tendrils and curls limited to little ones.
I breathed in his smell of custard and baby powder, wrapping him to my body, closer with each cry.
I’m not leaving. Ever.
In the complete darkness, I stood, travel-weary and heart-depleted, pleading with God.
This precious little one had gone through more trauma in a year than words can fathom, and now a stranger was trying to soothe him as he cried and ached for a familiar voice, a familiar touch.
I stood there in the dark room across a big ocean and I cried with him.
Adoption is hard.
I paced the floor and I wept with him, for his loss, for his confusion. I pleaded for healing and for restoration. The world seemed so big and I seemed so small and I wondered why I was here, holding this precious child. All the books and all the training and all the conversations and all the research and there I stood, red dirt caked in my shoes and he was scared and so was I.
He doesn’t remember me.
Just a few months before, I sobbed heavy, from-the-gut cries as I placed him back in the hands of nannies. Back in the hands of loving, strong, beautiful women who loved him and loved God. But they were nannies, caring for him was a job.
You have to go, they said. You’ll come back soon, they said.
He didn’t remember the diaper changes and the kisses and the giggles and the cuddles and the late-night soothing from a bad dream.
He was scared. He pulled his head back and arched his tiny back and his little cry echoed in the empty room.
I prayed God would hear him. Hear us.
That he would begin to weave our brokenness into a story called family.
That he would give me a way to love my child through the darkest hour.
That His light would flood every deep recess and that His light would break forth into a glorious unfolding. I thought of the star He sent to bring hope and peace and restoration and reconciliation.
In that dark room, I prayed for light.
стихи о зимних видах спорта As you know, that scared little baby and that scared little mama have quite the bond. In fact, it didn’t take long. The adoption process took some twists and turns and that little duo had quite a lot of bonding time in that little apartment in West Africa. They’re kind of inseparable now. Right now he’s cuddled up by his mommy, a curious and compassionate four-year-old, peeking at the glow of the laptop and upon seeing the graphics for the post, starts looking into his mommy’s eyes, singing twinkle, twinkle little star.
And as that mommy rubs her sons back, she knows. She remembers.
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He counts the stars and calls them by name (Psalm 147:4). When I had the opportunity to connect with (in)Courage and Dayspring and their beautiful new Everlasting Light collection, I jumped on it. I wanted to choose something I could wear upon my my neck, a visible reminder of the light that break forth in even the darkest times.
If you’re starting to look for Christmas gifts for the women you love, please consider this line of beautifully-made jewelry and home goods. The symbolism behind the gold chains and the dainty stars and the wooden starbursts point back to a Everlasting Light I know to be true.
Disclaimer: I received the gorgeous three-chain star necklace from (in)Courage and Dayspring. Affiliate links used when applicable.
You know how you have friends, and then you have your people?
Let me introduce you to the Andersons. They are our people. Like, really. They are. I wish we lived closer, because we’d probably get into a lot of trouble together and it would be awesome.
zte blade af 3 характеристики I want you to watch their story in this video because I want you to catch a glimpse into the burst-your-heart and build-it-back love that dwells in their family. (And there’s Katy Perry and who doesn’t love a good roar?)
Pursued Message Series: The Anderson Family from Crossroads Church on Vimeo.
“Put down the book and just love her through this.”
How beautiful and genuine is that video? I mean, come on! I’m so beyond excited that I’ll be road-tripping with Jessa across the country to Atlanta this spring for Created for Care.
список духовных семинарий россии There are so many children just like Nosipho who are waiting for a family, here and around the world. If you feel that whisper in your heart, please listen to it. Walking the path of adoption isn’t easy, but wow. God relentlessly pursues our hearts, and He writes the most redemptive and amazing stories. The best part? He lets us join Him and play a part in his renewal of all things. We just have to listen.
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шевроле ланос характеристики I had the privilege of attending the weekend retreat in Atlanta in March. I haven’t written about it because I really don’t have the words to tell you all of the ways I was encouraged and equipped. It really is a retreat and gives you time to connect with God in a beautiful, distraction-free spot — a gorgeous lakeside resort in northern Georgia. The ladies behind Created for Care do an incredible job of equipping you with breakout sessions that matter with breakout sessions ranging from tackling sensory issues to raising black children in America, and everything in between. And that’s not to mention the main sessions. Beth Guckenberger brought so much truth in her sessions that I was furiously scribbling in my journal, trying to record everything she was speaking into my heart.
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The friends that you don’t even know you have until you share a meal and you just realize, “You are my people.” http://wanlima.com.ua/images/remote/sitemap55.html ситилинк бугульма каталог товаров You realize that there’s this amazing tribe of women from everywhere, representing every denomination, every social sphere, every political perspective, who’ve adopted from just about any situation imaginable, and despite the differences of their stories, there’s this common thread of grace that has weaved its way through each heart. And there are laughs. Lots of laughs. Lots of craziness and antics and So. Much Instagramming.
And there are tough moments, too. Times when you weep over the hurts of adoption. Of the little ones still waiting. Of the traumas they’ve experienced. Of the deep injustice and the brokenness that comes with adoption. http://trollul.eu/doci/mkb-10-ishemicheskaya-bolezn-serdtsa.html мкб 10 ишемическая болезнь сердца And you cry together and you hug each other and you know that you’re not alone.
One of my favorite (I mean, it’s all my favorite) aspects of the retreat is the Date With God portion. I was kind of skeptical about session. I thought it sounded cheesy, and, if I’m being honest, a little…lame. Oh my word. I’m glad I went because it was one of those very rare, very clear moments when God whispered into the very depths of my soul exactly what I needed to hear. When I landed in Atlanta, I was a very weary…and worried mama. Connecting with him in a very real way could not have come at a better time.
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Created for Care isn’t one of those over-spiritualized women’s retreats. Nor is it a conference. http://hflabs.ru/files/u/sitemap101.html мираж кинотеатр расписание It’s this sweet spot of creativity and compassion, of encouragement and equipping.
(That’s Andrea, an adoptive mom who created Created for Care kind of on accident. She’s also super funny and hopped in a photo as I was taking a picture of the sign. Love that!) Here’s how the leadership team describes Created for Care:
The short version is Created for Care is a weekend retreat for foster care and adoption moms — filled with sweet community, encouragement, and rest. We have 2 retreats back-to-back, always the first weekend in February and the first weekend in March. Approximately 450 women come to each retreat. While we could combine these retreats – we want to serve each group well, for ministry to really happen–and well…to us – 900 or bigger turns into a conference. We want community to happen – to REALLY happen – and we want every mom who comes to experience all the personal touches our team wants to bless them with.
You can read the longer back story here.
Leaving your family and taking time and money to attending something like this definitely an investment, especially if you have younger kiddos and are on a limited budget. (Ask me how I know.) But my honest experience? Totally worth it. Totally worth saving and totally worth showing your family that you care enough about them to invest in yourself.
индезит wise 10 инструкция Created for Care is this beautiful mess of women coming alongside each other to worship, learn, and grow. I’m hoping to attend again this year (probably in March) and I’d love, love, love to go with you. The theme is “Bloom” and did I mention there are legit swag bags? Let’s do this, mamas!
(Also…sorry this post is ALL THE THINGS and so smashed together. I’m typing as fast as my fingers can fly while Asher is still asleep and Joseph is still a Thomas the Tank Engine trance. #reallife)