I was speaking with a friend this morning about my experience with the baby we had for a week. I know I shared with you the tough parts, but he was a cute little stinker and there were some fun parts as well. He had a great smile. He also loved our dogs and would stare and smile at them. (It was cuteness overload.) He was a pretty good kid. As a matter of fact, he was everything we had requested on our foster/adopt paperwork. He was our first choice in gender and age. He looked like he could be our child (something we didn’t request but I think deep down both liked.) We also were required to give them a list of what disabilities we did and did not want to manage as parents and this child was right on par with what we thought we could handle.
But it wasn’t right. From the first day I didn’t feel connected to him. He looked like he could be a member of our family, but he didn’t act like the babies in my family acted. Something was just off. If this little one came open for adoption today, we would not accept the placement. He didn’t fit in our family. We asked God for a certain kind of child and when we got him, it wasn’t right. I almost feel as though God gave us that experience so that we would clear our mind of what is the right child for us and be open for whoever he sends our way. Something about this has made me more excited than before. As opposed to planning for a certain kind of kid, we are going to be given a total surprise. I can’t wait to see what God does. He knows us more intimately that we know ourselves, so we choose to trust Him.
For those who want the update, our paperwork is complete. Our home studies are done. Any day we should receive a call or email saying that we are approved. From the moment they say “approved” we can get a child or children placed in our home. We will be licensed as a “resource” family. That means we will foster with the intent to adopt the child were he or she to become open. So, prayers in our direction, please! We want God’s perfect plan for our lives: no matter how that looks. (One child, two children…we’ll see what we get!)