"They are SO lucky to have you."
You are told this again and again about your children. It is meant well, yet you still flinch protectively. It's not a humble response to say, "WE are the blessed ones." It's a gut reaction. You caught a glimpse of the losses that brought your children to you, and lucky is not how they should feel.
Adoption brings life into homes and hearts. It awakens faith and thinking. It is an invitation to friendships with adoptive families and it teaches us to hear the voice of God, adoptees, birth parents, and new communities of people.
Adoption is a double blessing. It blesses the parents, child, and whole extended family. God is in the details for everyone. If adoption is needed by a child, then the whole family needs that adoption.
It is a blessing covered in grit.
Adoption is intensely hard, but also a bright and beautiful work that our Father invites us into. The joy, stretching, laughs, listening, discomfort, worldview expanding, hugs, overcoming, tuck-ins, hospital stays, and release of control, pray, and blooming love changes a family.
It is its own, unique, messy, wondrous thing. You are simply grateful to have been written into the story.
Rebecca Radicchi, her husband and crew of kids, live outside Atlanta, where the summers are hot and the tea is sweet. She’s ridden the waves of adoption, breast cancer, and being the mom of kids with complex medical needs. And, through it all, she’s seen that abundance can be found in the uncomfortable hard and in the easy beautiful. She’s also discovered that whether she’s passing bread at the kitchen table, clock-watching in a hospital waiting room, or listening to a neighbor on a porch swing, God always has something to say. It’s a wonder really. She encourages others to listen for it too on her website and Instagram, and also connects with adoptive families at No Hands But Ours.
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