Thursday, January 31, 2013

Jesus Help Me... No, Really

Most of the time, we don't even think about the fact that our two children are adopted. We are reminded only by the random questions and stares that we get from complete strangers.  Normally this does not bother me, although I have to admit that I almost lost it the other day. 

It had been a really long day and I felt my patience wavering. I had been through at least two high pitched screaming fits, one defiant three-year-old stand off, and a poo-poo disaster. We were literally running through the store and I couldn't find what I was looking for. The boys had been trying to escape the buggy, and since I had grabbed the only one with broken buckles, I had told them to sit down 537 times.  We passed this little old lady at least four times. As I walked by her she looked at the boys, and then at me in a condescending fashion. 

I get this a lot from the older generation, as I am sure that they lived in the times of segregation.  Most days I just laugh and try to understand where they are coming from, but this particular day I wanted to have a "comin' to Jesus meeting" in the pasta aisle. I didn't-- but I really wanted to. 

There are a few things that provoke us to use more caution with our oldest two kids.  For instance, when our daughter was born, we stayed home for three full months so that she wouldn't catch someone's bug.  The doctor let us know that if she got seriously sick we would have to do a spinal tap to figure out what was wrong because we didn't have all of her medical history.

We have had to be careful with the "allergy foods" as well. We had to wait until they were older to try them for the same reason. The same goes for vaccinations and medications. Luckily we haven't had any major issues, but we just have to be a little more attentive. 

Now we are looking at putting tubes in our son's ears. It's a simple procedure, and I have heard nothing but positive comments about it. But it is scary to put your baby under anesthesia-- period.  It's especially scary when you have no medical history! This is yet another example of us having to have faith in The One who brought these children to us. 

Faith is the same for everyone who has a child-- regardless of how they "got" them. As parents, we just fly by the seat of our pants and lift up a lot of prayers (I know that I say, "Jesus help me" at least 37 times a day).


Proverbs 19:21 "Many are the plans in a man's heart, but it is the Lord's purpose that prevails."


Incidentally, the doctor commented to Nick, "Even though he's adopted, you two have the same hair!"

I want to get to know y'all! Do you have adopted children? Do you think you have different concerns than parents with biological children? 





2 comments:

  1. Amy, I am a friend of Heather's and have enjoyed reading your blog! Thank you so much for being open and honest and willing to share. It is great to have the back stories to the children I hear Heather talk about. I have one son that is good friends with Levi. I love to hear about adoption stories and feel that God has placed a tender piece of my heart for these children and their parents.
    Kristen

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  2. Thank you! I am so glad that you are enjoying it! I will hopefully have a blog soon with some of my friends' business ventures used to fund their adoptions...for anyone that feels led to help those trying to adopt:)

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