Imagine wanting to have a baby so badly that “longing” doesn’t begin to describe it. Imagine years of it.
Imagine deciding to adopt. Imagine coming so close. Imagine a decorated nursery waiting, empty.
Imagine a baby coming into your life. Imagine then having to wait 30 days before he is determined by the court to be yours. Imagine midnight on Day 30. D-Day. Deliberation Day. Determination Day. Deliverance Day.
Can you imagine?
This is the story of Jim, Denise, and John. I met them shortly after they had been united and way before Day 30. Right in the middle of the white-knuckling wait period. Denise, Momma Bear ready to fight for her baby. Jim, absolutely gobsmacked with joy. And John…oh this beautiful, sweet boy…a calm, peaceful spirit.
Denise referred to John as “the Second Coming for us.” That’s where we all were for our session.
So for weeks now, my every thought and prayer was that this baby would be able to stay with these people. That they were confirmed as his mom and dad, once and for all. I counted days without wanting to count days. I waited on tenderhooks for texts, as I’m sure did every single person who knows them. And, finally, it came… “Gotcha”, and a picture of Jim and John at the deadline.
Can you imagine coming into life this loved? There is this myth that adopted children are not wanted, but how ridiculously wrong is that? John was loved so much by two separate families that their hearts were breaking at the thought of making sure that he was happy. How amazing is that?
A thought kept running through my mind through all of this. When my son was very little, probably three or four, he said to me, “If I could pick any mom from the People Store, I’d pick you every time.”