I could make this a really short post simply by telling you that this face is the reason I want to adopt.
My heart practically bursts every time I look at this picture. Isaac was four when I stayed with he and his family for two weeks during my semester in Uganda. I taught him how to play Patty Cake. And in turn, he stole my heart.
Before Isaac, I genuinely never thought I would have kids. I wasn't comfortable around them, I sure as hell didn't feel maternal and I never pictured myself married. But after about 30 minutes with Isaac, I was in love.
I knew from that point on that firstly, I wanted to one day be a Mommy. But secondly, I wanted to be an adoptive Mommy.
Now that Chuck and I have been married for a little while my baby fever is off the charts. He tells me how he can't wait to see me with a pregnant belly and I pepper him with questions and hypotheticals about international adoption.
I started out just reading blogs about women who were going through or had already documented their experiences with adoption. Then, a couple weeks ago I checked out The Complete Book of International Adoption to get a better grasp on the logistical side of adoption (both international and domestic). To be honest, the process sounds like a total pain in the ass. But a totally worthwhile pain in the ass.
Then tonight, I finally finished Kisses from Katie, a book I've had on my to-read list from the time I initially heard about Katie's story. I can't even put into words how incredible this book is and I don't want to give out any spoilers, but if I wasn't convicted before, I certainly am now.
At one point, Katie writes, "How do I tell a child I love her when she doesn't know love? How do I expect her to trust me when all she has ever known is broken trust? I prove it." And it hit me while reading that: I know there are children who are starving. I know there are children who lack basic clothing, shelter, education and access to medical care. But I hadn't even considered that there are children in this world who do not know love.
And for some reason, that hurt me even more than the idea of a child dying of malnutrition. The idea of a child dying (or living) without ever feeling loved sickens me.
This is why Chuck and I feel called to adopt. We don't know when, we don't know how, but we certainly know why. Because apart from giving a child who may not have otherwise have a safe and healthy home a roof over their head. We want to give a child who may not otherwise know love a lifetime of abundant, overflowing, radiant, unconditional love.
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