Before we adopted our son we knew he had an undiagnosed genetic syndrome,
We didn’t know how unique and individual his personality would be.
We knew he had vision challenges,
We didn’t know how desperately we’d long to see the world through his eyes.
We knew he had kidney disease,
We didn’t know how diseased our own hearts were.
We knew he was in an orphanage for 4.5 years,
We didn’t know how much we would ache for those lost years with him.
We knew he had speech delays and spoke a different language,
We didn’t know how easy it would be to communicate love with a laugh, a song, and a snuggle.
We knew he had developmental delays,
We didn’t know how delayed our own spiritual development was.
We knew he had challenges with eating and growing,
We didn’t know the intense joy and pride that could be felt at his first bite of a new food.
We knew his muscles were physically weak,
but we did not know how strong he really was – the intense weights he carried daily.
We knew we’d be spending a lot of time at the doctors,
We didn’t know how special that one-on-one time would be. How much bonding would occur in that setting.
We knew about the risks involved in adopting an older child, out of birth order, and with special medical and developmental concerns,
We didn’t know how much the fears associated with those risks would melt away into the intense love for our child, our son – not of our flesh, but still miraculously ours.
Before we adopted we had a profile.
We had paperwork.
We had reports.
And we had fears.
We had doubts.
Now we have a son.
And nothing else matters anymore.