Some have asked why we would adopt when we already had our hands full? And why would we adopt special needs when there are healthy ones available? And why do we go overseas when there are children in U.S. foster care that are available for adoption?
This poem and these videos say it all. Thanks to Charissa and Meredith for allowing me to copy it.
While we were eating…
… they were hungry
While we were playing…
… they were restrained
While we were tucking our kids into bed…
… they were alone
While we turned up the heat…
… they laid in the icy cold
While we wrapped our children in blanket sleepers…
… they laid in their own excrement
While we sang songs and listened to music…
… they listened to the screams and cries of those around them
While we rocked our babies…
… they silently rocked themselves
While we hugged our kids…
… they scratched at their own faces and pulled their own hair for stimulation
While we cried over scraped knees…
… they moaned in their loneliness
While we brushed our daughters’ beautiful hair…
… they had their heads shaven to stave off the lice
While we fought off the flu with love and nourishment…
… they got the flu and went Home.
No longer suffering… but so many more still are.
In memory of those that have never felt the love of a family, but have passed away alone.
By: Meredith Cornish
For those who don't think adoption is a rescue mission, think again.
3 comments:
I think you and your husband are AMAZING for doing what you have done. Takes so much faith and courage. And you handle it all with such grace. Those children are so blessed to have you.
Wow. Such a beautiful and heartbreaking poem. You are so inspiring Jill. I agree with Tina, your children are SO blessed for your kindness and huge heart. Love you.
That is very sobering...and I admire you for adopting internationally. It must have been a difficult process--a family friend adopted a child from Kazakhstan and told me all about it--but it's worth it!
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