As we celebrate our son’s third birthday today I can’t help but remember how he came to be.
Todd and I were on our way to Walmart one Saturday early in July when our lawyers office called to give us our adoption date for JR and Elissa’s. Finally we knew for sure they would be ours and that September date could not come soon enough. As we drove and discussed plans for an adoption party and we also talked about our future as foster parents. JR and Elissa’s journey to be forever ours had taken over two and a half years and I didn’t know if we had it in us to do that again. We agreed that after the adoption we were done. Our hearts had been broken time after time and we felt this adoption was where we were to stop. That was our plan…..not God’s plan.
That Wednesday night while Todd was at church we received a call about a baby boy in the hospital. My heart wanted to say yes but I said no, after all we had just had this discussion a few days ago and I was not going against what we had decided. I got off the phone and instantly began to cry. I am not sure why. Earlier that day I had turned down a group of 4 siblings and up to that point in the year we had to turn away over 152 different placements because we simply did not have room(many where sibling groups). Each time I said no, I got off the phone prayed to God the child (ren) would be placed in a good home and went on about my day. Why was THIS call different?
By the time Todd made it home from church I was a mess. He took one look at me and said “Whats wrong?” I explained to him we had received a placement call for a baby boy and that I turned it down because we had said we were done but that I could not shake the guilty feeling for saying no. He looks at me and says call the worker back, he belongs here. I look at the clock and it’s 1030 at night, way to late to call back. Besides it’s a younger children I was sure he was placed safely by now. I would wait until the next morning before calling.
That night in my dreams my Papaw Wilbur came to me. He told me that this child was ours and not to worry what others would said. He “kissed” my forehead and was gone. How could I agrue with Papaw? We had lost him earlier that year and if he felt the need to visit my dream to tell me about this little boy then you better beleive I was calling in the morning. 830am I made the call. This was the first, and only time, I had ever called a worker back. I got her voice mail so I left a message that sounded something like, “Hey this is Mrs Smith, you called me yesterday about a little boy. My husband and I talked about it and prayed about it and if you have not found him a home bring him here we would love to have him.”
With that I had done all I could. Thursday closed with no word from the worker. I went to bed knowing we had done all we could and knowing he was probable safe in a loving home somewhere else…..sorry papaw.
Friday afternoon my phone rings. The lady on the other end said, “Hey this is Mrs X with DHHR are you still open to take in the little guy?” My jaw hit the floor. After some small talk she told me she would be at my house and explain the situation in person instead of over the phone.
I could not wait to see the little guy. I was expecting a 6 to 8 month old, what we got was a 3 day old newborn. Talk about shocked. The worker told me that he was birth moms six or seventh child. He was suppose to go to an Adoptive family after he was born. The “Adopting couple” showed up to the hospital took one look at him and said he was to “black” and decided he was not for their home. For the recorded his birth mom is biracial so that makes him biracial. Seriously?? He is a precious child what does skin color have to do with anything? They had called me after that. God works fast. He was beautiful. He was born with Marijuana in his system (which we dealt with) but other than that he was a perfect newborn. He would stay with us until they could find him another home. That never happened, he was destined to be ours. The rest is history.
Today we celebrate his 3rd birthday. God knew He was ours from his first day. Out of all the people they could have called they called us. What are the chances they would not find a home for a newborn after they called us? What are the chances I would call back and say yes the next day? There are no chances only God’s plan. Thank you Jesus for making us part of Alex’s life. Happy birthday baby boy you are loved more than you will ever know. And to my Papaw thank you for coming to me in my dream that night three years ago. Continue to watch over Alex and the rest of us. I wish you could have met them all in person. I hope I am making you proud. Love and miss you greatly. Come visit me in my dreams anytime.
From our beautiful chaos to yours have a great day. Go enjoy it