My Sons story is just that. His story.
M will be facing many different emotions throughout his life. He is excited for many reasons that we have adopted him. But, he is also sad. He has moved away from the only city he has ever known as home. All of his memories, the good and the bad, are there. The only people he has ever known are there. Him moving across country to be with us is visually showing him the loss he is permanently experiencing. The realization that everything he has ever known is now gone. There are highs and lows. Even though he has gained us as a family, he is also losing an entire family. Specifically, he is losing the hope that he once had for so many years that his biological family would be a family. This is a heavy load for anyone, let alone a child.
I know you mean well.
I know that you are just curious.
I know that adopting an older child isn’t normal.
I know that you have a lot of questions.
There is no simple way to answer your questions. Each answer feels like a novel.
James and I made the decision early on that why our son was in foster care and why he became adoptable is his story. It’s his story to tell and we want to respect that.
In his time, we pray that his story will become his testimony. That it will be a testimony of God’s grace, healing, restoration, promises, and love. We pray that one day he will preach and minister to others through his life. He is a special boy with a gentle spirit and a generous heart and has had God’s protection throughout his life already.
And this blog, this blog is my story and I think it needs to be told.