Our fourth son Eli celebrated his birthday a few weeks ago by turning the big 3. He and Alex are known as “the twins” being that they are only eight days apart in age. His story with us started 3 years ago with coming Tuesday. Let me introduce you…
Life was busy. We were in the process of adopting wild man and little Miss when we received the “we only need you to foster him till we find another Adoptive family” for our newest addition….that had been a month ago. We were adjusting schedules to made life with five kids do able. I was packing clothes and suitcases for my family reunion. The reunion is on my mom’s side. Every year aunts, uncles, cousins, brothers and sisters come together for four days of good food, laughs, games and fellowship. It’s the one weekend out of summer you don’t want to miss. Two to three hundred relatives coming together. We are blessed to have such a wonderful tradition that has lasted throughout many generations. And this year I was excited to introduce our soon to be adopted daughter and son along with our newest little guy.
I remember standing in the kitchen placing dishes in the dishwasher when the phone rang. It was the one call worker. She asked if I had siblings “X and Y” it throw me for a moment because we had not used Elissa and JR’s birth names since we found out we were adopting them, that had been over a year. When I realized what she was saying I told her yes and asked what was going on. She told me that birth mom had another baby and that the birth father had taken him home from the hospital. The birth dad was told if he wanted the baby he had to stay away from birth mom. Shockingly he did not so the baby was now in state care and they were bringing him to me since I had his half siblings. I remember laughing and saying, ” We can’t. We just took in a newborn and they still haven’t found him an adoptable home so we are currently full…..sorry” Then the worker laughed and said, “I already have the waiver for you. I will see you around 430”
I was shocked, excited, scared and every emotion in between. I know what this meant. Birth mom had already lost rights to our soon to be adopted daughter and son. And if the dad could not handle the baby he would be forever ours also. I called my husband and his only question was “Do you think you can handle two newborns plus Elissa and JR(3 and 2 at the time) ? And just like most foster moms I know I answered “Sure I can, it will be fun” and with that we had six kids.
The worker showed up right at 430. She carried his car seat in and sat it in the living room floor. Elissa quickly went over to the new baby and said, “Mommy it’s baby Elmo” we all laughed. I asked the worker what his name was and when she told me I looked over at Elissa and said “baby elmo it is” I will never understand why birth mom gave all of her kids such odd names, maybe it’s because she know they would be changed after they were adopted or because she was so out of it they sounded good to her at the time. Either way he quickly became baby elmo, and in fact is still called elmo sometimes even now.
We loaded up shortly after his arrival and headed out to the reunion where we surprised my mom and the rest of the family with “the twins” The looks on many of their faces was priceless. Many wanted to know how they could adopt baby Al seeing that no one had stepped up to yet. Others questioned my sanity. But it was all good. I know they didn’t mean anything by it, they were just concerned.
Days turned to weeks and weeks turned to months and just like his brother and sister he was released for adoption. It took two full years from the time he and Alex came into our home but on June 17, 2015 they became forever brothers on the same day.
It’s funny. They are not related by blood at all, but they are the true definition of twins in the since. They started crawling together, walked days apart, and they even have their own language they use to talk to each other. They don’t know any different. People would come up to us when they were babies and ask if they were twins. At first we did the, “no they are not we are foster parents” answer. They people would want to know what they (the babies) did to end up in foster care. People can be ignorant. So we started saying, “No they are not. They are 8 days apart” and walk off. The looks on people’s faces was priceless. You could hear them talking as we walked off “she was in labor for 8 days…that’s crazy” lol. We had fun with it. Still do.
All of our kids have brought something different to our family. With Eli it’s his sweet personality and his contagious laugh. He is definitely our class clown. He is always doing something to get the others to laugh. He is as rotten as they come but I would not trade anything for him. I think back to that call, what if the worker would have said “Oh I didn’t know you had a new placement I will find someone else” What if we never met him? Life would be so much different. I am thankful God had a plan for him and us.
Life is to short to worry about what other people say. It use to get to me when asked how many kids we had, I would answer 6 and people would say oh sweetie I’m sorry or don’t you know how to stop that. Now when people ask I hold my head up high and say we have 7 beautiful children God blessed us with. The comments still come but I have spend many nights talking with God and asking him things and I have come to realize this is between my husband, myself and Him. God placed these childern with us. He trusted us with their life’s. He picked me out of hundreds of thousands to be their forever mommy. How cool is that? He loves the kids so much he placed them with me to watch over and love. I will forever be in awe of His plan for our family.
From our beautiful chaos to yours enjoy your little ones and have a great weekend