Tomorrow will mark two months since
our precious son arrived home, into our arms. I have been meaning to write down
thoughts, reflections, and a form of “thank you” for some time now. However, now I really understand the reality
of motherhood and all its joys, but also its constraints…. Hopefully some of
you will understand.J These
thoughts are being shared because of the deep realization that none of this
would be so sweet if were not for all of the love, support, and prayers of so
many friends and family members.
This journey of adoption has been
truly life changing and one of the most wonderful decisions ever made in my
life. With the risk of sounding really cheesy,
and plagiarizing a little from my sweet husband’s Valentine’s card to
me, it really is mind boggling that I
can have both the gift of my husband, “the love of my life” and now, my son,
“the joy of my life.” Of course the
decision was not one made overnight or made alone. For many years my heart was
drawn towards “one day” adopting. This
was before Hyuk and I were ever even dating.
In our dating years, we spoke of a mutual desire to one day adopt, but
also knew that we would not rule out the possibility of having children
biologically. I honestly thought it
would be easier to have children biologically rather than through
adoption. Having worked in the field of
adoption for a few years, the hurdles and costs, waits, and heartaches were
even more real; and it seemed to be a far off dream for us than anything. Then days, months, even years of marriage
past and Hyuk and I began to wonder if adoption may be the only option for
growing our family. While it was a deep
desire to begin the adoption process and would be a dream come true, it just
seemed there would be no way we could make it happen, especially
financially. Days past and I began to
feel stuck, maybe we would be that couple who just grows old together and
strives to bless other families and children in ways other than
parenthood. Sometimes this seemed o.k.,
if it was really God’s plan for us, but the sadness began to sit in… Tears were shed and prayers were said. A great lesson was learned, never give up
hope and never stop praying. Waiting may
be hard and the path may seem impossible, but nothing is impossible with God!
In November 2010, we met our match on paper, HyeonSoo…. the sweetest
little face that melted our hearts from the first email and phone call. Then we began to wait again… after five, then
six years of marriage, the waiting continued, to have our son home. Delays began; delays our minds expected, but
hard. Indescribably the heartache weighed on our hearts to see the pictures of
our son growing up so far away. The
hardest months were towards the end when each holiday past and each time frame
that was predicted seem to keep changing.
Then Christmas was approaching and
we didn't even know if our son would be home before the end of 2011. We will never forget the love and support of
so many during this time- probably still unaware of just how many prayers were
spoken for us and our son. He made it
home before Christmas, an answered prayer, on December 16, 2011, and it was the
best day yet in my marriage… Probably the most nervous I have ever felt and the
most joyful I have ever felt all at the same time. The first night was the hardest and scariest
and I will never forget my dear husband saying, “…we will get through this” (as
our little boy seemed so scared and we wondered if we could really ever comfort
him and if he would ever realize the love we have for him). Knowing my husband’s heart this could only
come from a deep belief and confidence in the faithfulness of our Lord. It is this that will also get us through the
years of ahead of us as well.

Thank you to all who have supported, prayed for, and
continue to bless our family!
“For with God nothing will be impossible.”- Luke 1:37
Great decision. He will teach you many things..
ReplyDeleteGod bless your decision and your future.
ry