Upon re-reading this post, I've found that it's kind of rambling so consider yourself warned.
I've had some people ask me what makes me keep going with Little Miss. People who know my heart and therefore know how close we were to disrupting this adoption have asked me what turned the tide. And I've asked God again and again and still,
"Why can't I just quit?"
And despite the fact that God never answered this
plea that I started in Ethiopia he did answer this question, as chicken-hearted as it was/is. Every time I asked Him whether in tears, desperation, or anger,
Why can't I just quit?"
This is what He told me.
"Love never fails." (1 Corinthians 13:8--for the record, God didn't "say" the reference to me, I had to look that up on my own and no, I don't actually hear him. No one turn me in...)
I am not trying to minimize the tragedy and trauma that disrupting would
have brought to Little Miss. It would have been horrific. I'm just trying to express what was going on in my heart then. It will be inadequate, but I'm doing my best.
And just being real ('cause that's kind of my thing) I'll tell you that's NOT what I wanted to hear. What I wanted to hear from God was, "oh, poor baby, you're right this is not going to work out, go ahead and disrupt". And he just would.not.say.it to me.
Very annoying. I crossed that off because I don't think that
nice Christian girls don't call God annoying...
I also feel compelled to say
again that I do not judge anyone who chooses to disrupt or re-home a child. I do not. My experience with Little Miss is barely the tip of the iceberg compared to what some of these mommas face down daily. I cannot imagine your pain or your strength. So to anyone who wants to say, "I would NEVER do that" well, you can take your head and shove it up your (ahem) and then when you're done with that and washed yourself off you should go find a momma to a child with RAD and give her a hug and ask how you can help.
So, hopping off my soapbox and heading back into my own story.
I wanted out, or rather I wanted Little Miss out. Ugly, but true. I wanted the adoption undone with all my being...except for that one part of my spirit that was listening to God. And that one tiny part of me forced the rest of my whiny, angry, emotionally empty, and uncooperative self into submission.
Something that I consider central to who I am is that I listen to myself, no matter what, no matter who thinks I'm crazy. I don't mind changing my mind, I'm not particularly smart, and not all/many of my decisions are fact-based. I know what I feel, I feel it deeply, I believe in it and I am honest to it. The best way I've heard it described is "intuitive and free-spirited". The worst way I've heard it described is "selfish and illogical".
I could not disrupt our adoption because God would not let go of that piece of my heart, I couldn't stop hearing "Love never fails" and know that it was meant for me, now. It wouldn't have been honest, it wouldn't have been true to myself, and it wasn't what God wanted for us. That meant that I had to say no, no matter how badly (I thought) I wanted it.
I wanted to quit. It hurt every second of every day and I really thought that I was going to collapse under it. But God's message to me "Love never fails" would not leave me alone. It got to the point that I did not find it uplifting or inspirational or anything nice like that. It was just a drag because no matter how nicely God was couching it he was telling me "No. No. No. No."
And then I would think curse words. I was getting His message everywhere. It was in
blogs I was reading and more than just the one I linked to, music I was listening to, people that I was talking, and even in my own devotion readings. Again, with the annoying.
It wasn't the message that I wanted to hear. It was a message that I wanted to take to heart. I tried to talk myself out of it. I'd be like "Well, it means that
GOD'S love never fails, mine...not so much and that no matter what I do that God will still love me." And God said, "You're half right, numbskull." (Because God and I are tight and we talk to each other like that) God would have loved me no matter what choice I had made, but I couldn't talk myself, all of myself, into the disruption. I just couldn't do it.
I would like to end this post with a happy little tale of how
it's all better now. The problem is that I still don't have one. I just don't. Yes, we're doing better. Yes, the
number five has finally crept up to number seven, but it's taken another full month, which objectively, is faster than we got to the first two. However, I mean, really, this is not what we were hoping for and surely, if you're in the process of adopting you're not sitting there nodding your head and saying, "Yes, I hope our adoption can be just like
Zehlahlum Family's.
I've always wanted to be crazy as a loon."
I don't want to scare anyone away from adopting. I don't. I want you to think seriously about it. There are serious ethical issues and there are serious emotional issues and they could be yours or your child's or both. I would caution you though, just don't be let yourself be unprepared because you hope it's neither. We are one of the faces of adoption. We are not the poster child for adoption, we're not. On the other hand, we're not counted among the hardest cases either. Don't write our story off as "worst case scenario" or even as "really really bad" because we're not. We're struggling. We're hurting. But truly, we're still within the pool of 'normal' (my attachment therapist says so). We might be dipping our toes outside of our pool into your pool of "good" or "bad" adoption situations, but overall, we are just normal. We are a typical adoption.
Could you do it? If you couldn't face it, if you couldn't live this then maybe adoption isn't for you. It is not for everyone, not every Christian, nope nope nope. Spare me. Gag me with a spoon. Nonsense. Find another way to support adoption, no judgment here. Of course, most people are capable of doing way more than they think, so even if you think "I couldn't do that" maybe you shouldn't rule yourself out completely. And call me crazy (if you're not doing so already), but I want to adopt again...eventually...probably! :)
But, despite that, we're still plodding along making memories and mistakes along the way. I'm happy that you're here reading along.