I've had something on my mind lately and I've been trying to sort it out in my head before writing about it here for the greater world to happen upon. It's about our place in this world as adoptive parents, as a couple who has known the heartbreak of infertility and indescribable joys of parenthood through adoption.
I believe that it is no coincidence that there are people who are unable to conceive a child and that there are babies and children in this world who need parenting. I also believe that God knows our children long before the idea of having children even enters our radar, and probably long before that. I guess what I'm sorta trying to say is that God has a plan for each of us - yes, that old Christian adage. I am feeling that God didn't give us the gift of pregnancy but gave us the gift of parenthood nonetheless. By our infertility perhaps God was trying to lead us down the path to our children, the ones meant to be ours.
Now, I'm not saying that those who have conceived through fertility treatments don't have the children God intended. But when we didn't become pregnant, we listened with our hearts to what God was trying to tell US and adoption was His answer. We prayed to God to make us parents, to give us children. He just chose to answer our prayers a little differently that we might have expected. And answer them he did.
And even this wait for our third child, which is now going on its eighth month, I know God's plan will present itself according to His timing and His will. If it takes another week or another year, I'll be okay with that. Really.
It breaks my heart to hear how sad, frustrated, and angry (and sometimes divorced) some couples are after years of fertility heartbreaks. Some of these folks are angry at God for not answering their prayers. It breaks my heart that these people are so hung up on genetics or so set on believing the myths about adoption that they continue to be childless and miserable. Yes, adoption may not be for everyone, and adoption - whether international or domestic - is not without its risks. But neither is pregnancy.
Did I have these same convictions when we were in the midst of our infertility treatments? No. Did I get angry at God then for not answering our prayers for pregnancy? Yes. Would I trade getting pregnant for the children we have been blessed with? No way. Will some people say that my little epiphany is just a way of justifying or reasoning with the hand we've been dealt? Perhaps.
So maybe this all didn't come out as eloquently as I had planned, but I think I've said what's in my heart. Thanks for listening.