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Just a quick post to let you know I’m praying for you today.  Adoption and foster care…it’s a marathon.  We’re running it.

When you wake up in the morning and the thoughts cross your mind “How am I going to endure this behavior or attitude today?” “How am I going to give this kiddo a wonderful day…a clean slate.” “How am I going to minimize the hurt my child unknowingly inflicts on others?”, ask yourself …

“How does God deal with ME?”

He tells us this:  He loves.  He sacrificed.  He comforts.  He casts sin as far as the east is from the west.  He is patient in delaying His judgement. 

Whoa whoa whoa… but we’re not perfect.  We’re not God.  We get weary.  How can I possibly show the grace to my child that He has shown me?

His mercies are new every morning.  Every morning.  New day.  New strength.  New wisdom.  New peace that surpasses understanding.  A new day in the marathon of our life.  Our children, family, friends need Jesus from us…and we have Him to give!! 

No guilt!!  Just joy and grace as our daily bread.

Guest Post: Be Your Child’s Advocate.

A post by contributor Melissa Davis:  Melissa is a wife and mom of 3 – two precious biological kiddos and a beautiful adopted daughter from Taiwan who happens to have special needs.   For Melissa, that has meant becoming her daughter’s strong and relentless advocate.  What she shares can encourage and motivate us all to become warriors for our children and meet any needs they have along the way!
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Good old Merriam Webster defines an advocate as one that pleads the cause of another; one that defends, one that supports or promotes the interests of another. Did you know that when you begin to foster and/or adopt, you become an advocate? I had no idea the extent to which this would be true!

In October 2011 we brought our beautiful 2-year-old daughter home from Taiwan. We knew she had special needs, most likely Cerebral Palsy (confirmed several months later), but we had to wait until she was home to know what that would look like in her life. She is now five and has a total of about 20 words she can say clearly. She understands far more than she can speak, probably even more than we realize. She requires constant supervision to keep her safe, due to her instability and lack awareness of danger or how to protect herself. She is brave, curious, sweet, and VERY loved. No one better mess with our girl or they will have to deal with 4 people and a doggy who adore her! When she became my daughter, I didn’t know it, but I had just become her advocate!

One of the things that brings out the momma bear advocate in me is people who want to know, simply out of morbid curiosity, about her life before she came to us. People ask crazy questions right in front of her! Did her mom not love her? (Yes, she did.) Why couldn’t her mom just keep her? (Life is complicated sometimes.) We aren’t sure what she understands at this point, but we assume she understands these questions, and we know she will someday fully understand them. My strong belief is that, unless someone NEEDS to know information to help her in some way, then they don’t need to know the details of her past. That is her story, for her to tell. So, I have learned to answer in generalities. I never feel I need to share more information than is required.

Along with this, I always want her to hear me speaking highly of her birth family and her birth country. They are both a part of her and always will be. We love her birth family. Without them we wouldn’t have the privilege of having her in our family! Despite any issues or shortcomings they may have had, we love them, we want her to love them, we want her to hear us talk lovingly about them, and we want her to talk about them herself. We also loved Taiwan and talk about it frequently. It is a beautiful country with beautiful people and a rich culture. In these ways, we advocate for her in helping her to love herself and her past, and we help others to accept those things about her.

There are people who say hurtful things, people who shoot hateful glances at us because she looks different than the rest of our family, and she already recognizes those attitudes. For my part, I will help her to not internalize those things. When possible, I verbally correct people. When that’s not possible, I shoot a disapproving glance back at them or simply pull her closer, hug her, or give her a big juicy kiss on her sweet cheek and tell her how much I love her. This sends a big message to them and to her and sometimes is all that advocacy requires.

A major area of advocacy I have had is in the area of medical care. I’m sure this is true of any parent with a special needs child. However, there are things that adoption brings that add to the need to really advocate for her. For instance, she can’t talk much because of physical limitations NOT because she speaks Chinese (the main language of Taiwan). I can’t tell you how many times I’ve had to tell doctors and therapist this very thing. Another example is that she had cerebral palsy from birth that caused her delays. She doesn’t have the delays because she was in a crib all day for two years in her orphanage. Taiwan has amazing orphanages and even have therapists who work with the kiddos. Yes, I’ve also had to tell many people this. Why is this important? Because the care she gets will be different based on what led to her problems. If medical providers base their care on false assumptions, our daughter won’t get what she really needs. She can’t tell them that, so I need to do it for her.

We have had amazing speech, occupational, and physical therapists! They have become like family, and I have loved them because they love my girl. Having said that, I have had to fire two therapists who wouldn’t listen to me about what she needed. They assumed they knew her better than I did. Being adopted, this is an easier assumption for some people than it is with biological children. It just is. I don’t know why. These therapists refused to look past their preconceived ideas or training for “what works for kids like this.” When they wouldn’t listen, I acted. I allowed the first therapist who didn’t work to hang around for far too long, because I just didn’t know yet how forceful advocacy needs to be. The second time this happened, I wasted no time. We recently moved to a new state. With her new therapists, I clearly stated what does and does not work with her and what she needs. They have all been great and on board with all of it. If they had hesitated, however, I would have changed immediately.

Finally, my biggest role as advocate with our sweet girl has been paperwork, phone calls and e-mails! Yes, as unglamorous as that sounds, getting what a child needs usually requires jumping through a lot of hoops. I thought adoption was a lot of paperwork. I laugh as I type that! I had people tell me not to take no for an answer when it came to getting what she needed, and that is so true. I WILL get what she needs, whoever I need to talk to or call to get it! No amount of medicaid paperwork, denial letters, or false assumptions will stop me. Having said that, whenever possible, I always try to get what she needs by being the kindest and sweetest parent the person has talked to all year! If they want to help me, then they will want to help her. Advocacy doesn’t have to be rude or harsh.

Why do I share all of this with you? If you are interested in fostering or adopting, prepare right now to find your voice. You will need it! If you already are a foster/adoptive parent, please know that your child needs you to be their voice, be their defender, be their protector. You may be the first person in their life who has done so. Sometimes you may offend others, even family and friends, by being an advocate for your kiddo, even when you try not to offend. That’s okay. They are adults and can handle it. Be gracious with others when you can, educate them when you can, but FIRST always stand for your child! If your child has special needs, learn as much as you can and then do whatever you can to get what they need! Even if your foster/adopted child does not have special needs, he or she may need emotional and psychological care. They have come from hard places and been through hard things. Get them what they need. Be aware of how they are treated and how they are feeling. Being adopted is hard. They need you to help them on this journey!

Above all, realize that God chose you for this child and knew you were the best parent for them. He will help you to know what is needed and what is best. God knew what He was doing when He entrusted a sweet kiddo into your family through foster/adoption. There is no expert, no stranger, no friend or family member who trumps that! Your child needs you to stand on their behalf. In the words of the definition I began with, your child needs you to plead their cause and defend and promote his/her interests. You can do it! The Lord will help you, and you have others who will cheer you on. I wear advocate as a badge of honor now, and I hope you will as well.

Humility? Necessity!

I don’t know when it hit me, but at some point I realized how crucial humility is.  It’s not just an attitude we put on to please God.  We also honor Him and serve others when we realize it’s purpose.

Without humility, it is impossible to learn.  I mean, think about it.  If we already think we have a grasp on every issue under the sun, we have completely cut ourselves off from the experience of every other human being.  I’m not talking about accepting different “truths”.  I’m talking about how to apply God’s truth to the world around us…and you know what a couple of those truths are?  We are to love God.  Love our neighbor.  Turn from pride and truly humble ourselves before God and others.

So why am I thinking this through as an adoptive mom?  A foster mom?  Because I realize how little I knew…and how much I still learn daily.  People had to be SO gracious to me.  I, in turn, strive to give grace to others so freely.  You don’t know what you don’t know. 

When we started, I wanted to provide a safe home for children.  There would be challenges sure, but I thought I had things pretty together.  My biological kids? Awesome! …so I nailed this parenting thing, right?  As we progressed, though, nuances were learned.  Thinking was tweaked and sometimes COMPLETELY changed.  I had to admit I DIDN’T KNOW STUFF!!!  I know that seems obvious…but when I’m the one that’s supposed to be the helpER, admitting my shortcomings was harder than I would like to admit.  You have to find the humility to ask for help and to learn.  Being able to learn presupposes you have something TO learn.

For example:  We are now a multiracial family (in the interest of full disclosure, I am caucasion.)  This humbles me.  You see, I grew up knowing everyone is equal.  God fearfully and wonderfully made us all.  We live in AMERICA!!  😉  I’m very thankful for the family I grew up in.  They are kind and inclusive people.  I didn’t witness my family treating anyone as “less than” because of race.  Here’s the kicker though.  Get ready to cringe.  I’ve never been a minority yet I thought I KNEW stuff.  I thought my opinions (I wont spell them out here) were well thought out and TRUE.  I developed my perspectives without ever even talking to anyone of a different race.  I never humbled myself to hear and learn about their lives and what they had encountered.  Back then…not once.  Even worse I would talk through racially charged current events or injustices I had observed and develop conclusions with other white people!!!   Think about that.  The hubris turns my stomach, really.  Like I said before, thank God for gracious friends.

Now that I’m raising girls of two different ethnic descents, I’m trying to learn.  They are FULLY my daughters.  They have the added bonus of possessing a unique heritage that is theirs alone… with all the awesomeness as well as struggle that comes along with it.  Lets be proactive in learning about our kiddos’ cultures. Search out friends of their ethnicity…and learn from those friends. Imagine the gift it would be for our sons and daughters to know they have someone of their ethnicity to ask hard questions: “Why did they look at me that way?”, “Has anyone said this insensitive thing to you?”, “Would you mind helping me with my hair?”, “Have you ever been to [insert your child’s native country here]”, “What kinds of foods did you eat there?”. What a rich, blessed life we could have and give our children.

Humility is necessary for learning and empathizing about SO many things:  cultures, chronic illnesses, special needs, mental illness, family histories and on and on.  We can’t apply God’s unchanging truth to that which we do not know.  We can’t honor and love people without valuing them as more important than ourselves.  Did you know people are more important than your longstanding and closely held opinions and philosophies? 

God’s truth can stand up under the weight of all things…and not only hold…but overflow.  His grace and wisdom is also enough to change the most ignorantly held positions – cover the most well-intended actions.  His call for humility, I believe, was designed in part to enable healing, mutual respect and love in this broken world. 

My prayer:  That those of us in the position to serve others by God’s grace…will do so in that same grace and humility.  

Jesus in Phillipians 2:6-8
 “6 Who, being in very nature God,
    did not consider equality with God something to be used to his own advantage;
7 rather, he made himself nothing
    by taking the very nature of a servant,
    being made in human likeness.
8 And being found in appearance as a man,
    he humbled himself
    by becoming obedient to death—
        even death on a cross!”

Now you see us. Now you don’t.

Half a minute.  That’s how long I was in the craft store today. 

I walked in the door.  My 2 year old didn’t like the cart.  The screaming and tears could not be stopped.  Diversions were useless. It was over.  I did a 180° and we were out. Farewell fall decor.  Goodbye chevron fabric.  See ya later toile pumpkins.  I’ve gotta go.  The sweet people in this store enjoy being able use their ears so we must take our leave.

This wasn’t the first time we’ve endured a store tantrum.  That’s how I knew that retreating was the best option.  Though I just posted on the blog yesterday and don’t want to inundate my three loyal readers 😉 I just had to let you know this happens to us all.  I want to leave you with three thoughts:

1.  Pay no mind to the few disapproving glances.  Picture me – or any adoptive/foster mom – standing there sporting a “been there” smile instead.  Give grace to the frustrated onlooker.  Chances are they have given no thought to what has gone on in the life of your child. 

2.  We’re on our child’s side.  No embarassment.  Only understanding. (Maybe at the cost of an apple cinnamon candle.)

3.  It’s OK to spend $14.03 on gasoline just to catch a glimpse of that lovely place called Hobby Lobby…or whatever location you enjoy.  It’s worth attempting.  We’ll try again next Tuesday.

Adventure on!  🙂

Open Homes in a Closed World.

Open.
Open homes.
Open lives.

I was a structured person.  I liked to have a handle on my life.  Still do.  It made me feel secure to know the layout of my days.  I was confident in my abilities to accomplish tasks in life.  Ahhh…The ‘good’ old days.

This is still how I WANT to live but you know how it is.  Adoption from beginning to end opens your life.  Open to change.  Open to the critique and evaluation of your home and parenting.  Open to asking friends, family and sometimes distant acquaintances for support…with money, time or emotions.  Once you are blessed to welcome your new addition, you may have to be open to weekly or monthly home visits.  Open to loving, supporting and maybe keeping in contact with biological family.  Open about the fact that you have NO IDEA how to help this precious child overcome their physical and emotional pain.  Open to asking for help.  I could go on and on.  So could you.

All this openness made me uncomfortable and insecure.  Partly because I felt inadequate.  Partly out of fear.  It is a big obstacle to overcome.  Nothing illustrates this better than the concerns of those around me:  “How can you do this?”  “You’re opening your home up to THE STATE?” “I could never do that, I would need to know what I’m getting into first”  “I would be imposing too much on my children”  “I can’t afford it”  “It’s amazing you can adopt.  You’re a saint.” 

Many of these objections stem from living in a ‘closed’ culture.  Allow me to explain.  Especially in America, a lot of our identity comes from how we can provide for and run our own homes and families without depending on others.  We are all our own units and although we gladly associate with friends and neighbors, we are petrified of becoming what we would consider an imposition.  It IS an honorable thing to be a good steward of our families and finances.  But every culture on this earth has its own stumbling blocks.  I think one of ours is a lack of openness and humility.  We care about image.  We (both those well off and those of more humble means) are a proud people.  We are protective when our controlled world is threatened.

So when a level of ‘nakedness’ is required in caring for “the least of these”, we don’t even count it as an option.  Sometimes we actively shut down our empathy…even calling…to settle back into our safe, comfortable, island lives.

It takes faith to break free and avail ourselves to a vulnerable life.  Humility is needed to become effective in a brand new family framework.  When the security of our traditions vanish in an instant, Jesus is the security given to us by God our Father.  He’s an eternal security- the only One that lasts.  Parenting a child through His Spirit produces lasting results and He gives us an eternal well to draw from.  Novels could be written of the richness that is ours in Him.  Such comfort.

I’m not a fan of constant clarifications in blogs, but I will make one here.  I don’t believe everyone is supposed to adopt or foster.  There are so many ways God has given to show our love and obedience to Him.  My insights are purely for those who are called (or could be) to exercise what James calls ‘true religion’ by loving and serving a child without family. 

Believers, we can do this!  He’s given us all what we need to live -not in a spirit of fear- but in His Spirit where we find truth, courage and comfort.  This is a beautiful journey.  Let’s encourage each other in every step to be humble Christ followers walking in the light of His truth and example! 

Praying for you all.

Love the Messenger

At the beginning of our foster adoption journey, I felt like we may as well remove our front door.  Between our home study worker, R&C worker, kids’ social worker, CASA, trainers, fellow foster parents, counselors and new doctors, our sphere of acquaintances had greatly shifted.  They were EVERYWHERE!  🙂

These are not people we had chosen.  They were chosen for us.  We weren’t used to some of their personalities or philosophies. At the start this was a bit thrilling because our hopes of bringing another child into our home were being made real.  Opening our lives to all these people would result in the ability to welcome this new kiddo God had chosen for our family.  Eventually, though, it became overwhelming.

Just like anyone, we clicked with some of these people but felt unheard and even violated by others.  My constant mantra started to be “HOW am I going to share my life with these people for the foreseeable future?!”

If I had kept this perspective through our journey, misery would have followed!  Instead, I started viewing them all as messengers.  The people through whom one of our greatest blessings in life would arrive.  I decided to love them all.  Not because that’s what I was supposed to do… but because that’s what l chose to do.

Very few of these people are permitted to accept gifts.  That would understandably be highly inappropriate in the world of foster care.  Instead, I did things to make their jobs easier and encourage them in their work.  At home visits I made sure my home was welcoming. (notice I didn’t say spotless 😉 )  I made sure I was welcoming and overly prepared.  I had all documents lying out on the table ready to check so as not to waste precious time.  Any questions were thought out before hand.  I made a point to THANK them for their hard work.  Even though this is impossible at the beginning when learning is still taking place, I worked to become extremely competent so phone calls and emails could be used sparingly or only in emergencies.  I spoke highly of them to others.  These are just a few ideas to make all of these people feel appreciated…because they SHOULD!  Amazing things happen when people know they’re loved.  Trust comes more easily.  Smiles become more abundant.  Everyone FEELS like they’re on the same team…even in the midst of divisive circumstances.

This doesn’t always happen, I know.  Working to bring supportive partnerships to fruition is still worth it.  Why?  Because our kids deserve peacemakers in their lives.  They must see love work in difficult and adversarial circumstances.  They MUST.  How can they choose it for their lives if they’ve never seen it?   There is enough sadness and bitterness and loss in their lives.  When things get rough in relationships throughout life, I want humility and love to be a valid, experienced path for them to choose. AND I want to be able to say “Each and every person who was part of your road to our family is appreciated and loved.”

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