I’ve mentioned before that I’m a huge advocate for adoption. I’ve seen it bless the lives of so many of my family members. That being said, my ears always perk up when I hear a story of adoption. I was reading the popular blog C. Jane Enjoy It and came across this story from Sarah and Chance Clarkson. What followed were heavy sobs and a bewildered husband.
Sarah and Chance had been trying for four and a half years to conceive and had tried every fertility treatment besides IVF. The doctors weren’t able to find any issues that would cause infertility with either of them. They were still deciding which next step to take and discussed adoption one night but didn’t feel it was the right time. The very next day Sarah’s father, an OBGYN, delivered a baby of a mother who said that she couldn’t care for the child and that she wouldn’t be leaving the hospital without her which I think is an honorable decision. Sarah’s father contacted her sister who had adopted two children and asked if she was interested in adopting the baby girl. She wasn’t in the place to do that, so she asked Sarah if she was interested. Then and there, her and her husband felt that it was right and said yes! They headed off for the hospital (not planning this at all, they didn’t even had diapers!) and when they received a text from her dad with a photo of the baby (this is where the sobs come in) Sarah said she knew she was a mother.
In this video (full disclosure, the video is part of the I Am Mormon campaign) where they share their experience Sarah said something that struck me, “I know people say that, ‘Well it’s different when they’re your own.’ It doesn’t matter. They don’t have to be blood. She was mine.”
My sister and husband adopted a son about a year ago. I remember anxiously awaiting to meet him but I did wonder if it would feel any different then meeting my nieces and nephews that are blood related and who resembled their parents. From the moment I held that baby in my arms and saw my sister and husband’s love for him, I was overwhelmed by the feeling that this baby was meant to be with them. That he belonged to their family, blood relation or not.
I love adoption. And though it may not be for everyone, I hope that everyone can see the miracle it is.
God sends rain
Straight from the sky
To nourish the young flower
and it grows.
God sends rain from the sky
To the mountaintops,
Then over hills and through valley
Until it reaches the flower
and it grows, just the same
God sends a child
Straight from His realm
Into a mother’s arms
and love grows.
God sends a child
From heaven to another’s arms,
Then over hills and through valleys
Until he reaches the arms of his mothers
and love grows, just the same.
— Just the Same by Diana Lynn Lacey