We are in the process of pursuing a second adoption. Yep, you read me right. This time through foster care. We haven't been chosen yet, but we are very hopeful. In July, just 2 1/2 months after we finalized Isaiah's adoption, I was gathering some information for a friend who was interested in finding out more about adoption. As I prepared to send her the link to the photolistings of waiting children, I saw a picture of "Beautiful Girl", BG for short. Of course, that's not her real name, but I'll call her BG for the sake of confidentiality and because she is just that -- a beautiful girl.
Truth be told, I had seen her photo a few weeks earlier -- yeah, I stalk the photolistings -- but my plan was to try to adopt one more infant before even considering adopting an older child or sibling group from foster care. I had many reasons for this grand plan.
First, many domestic infant adoption programs have a maximum age limit of somewhere around 45. Some go as far as 48 if you are willing to adopt a Black baby. Part of the rationale is that birth mothers are less likely to choose a couple that is around the ages of their own parents. Since adopting this way ain't cheap (but it is doable J ), the wait time to be chosen can vary significantly, and Sean and I are 42 and 41, respectively, we will be quickly approaching some of the age limits, especially if we don't immediately focus our attention on saving and preparing for another adoption. Those age limits aren't present when adopting an older child from foster care, so I figured we'd have time to do that later.
Second, the idea of adjusting our lives to meet the rules and regulations of the state government and foster care system was a less than desirable task that required much more thought. As Christians who believe what the Bible says AND home school AND physically discipline our children, we weren't sure we could successfully go through the process of MAPP classes (30 hours of group adoption training) and assessments without compromising our integrity. I used to be an adoption social worker for a public agency. When I left in 2001, the winds of change were already blowing in the some areas that I would strongly oppose if I were presently in that field.
Well, one day I was speaking to a Christian woman who shared that she and her husband were pursuing an adoption from foster care. They had taken the classes and were waiting to get a few more things done before their child would be placed in their home. WHAT?! A real-life Christian standing in front of me that I actually knew and shared similar values with us is actually progressing through the process? Tell me more. After our conversation, Sean and I talked about the possibilities and our hearts began to soften toward the idea.
The Lord was preparing us for our current path because as soon as I saw BG and read her profile, I believed we would be the perfect family for her. In Christ, Talya
Find Part 2 here