We’ve all made some monumental shifts over the past two weeks. Shifts from school to home-school. Shifts from office to work from home. Shifts from fellow-shipping with loved ones to being separated by a screen. The list goes on and on. And those dramatic shifts will continue, indefinitely, until we get to the other side of this thing. We at Madison Adoption Associates are experiencing these drastic shifts just like all of you. We are working from home. We are trying to juggle our work responsibilities with our personal responsibilities. We are relying on electronic connectivity now more than ever. But perhaps more challenging than the physical shifts, are the emotional ones. The shifting of our thoughts, and the questions swirling in our minds. Will my loved one working on the ‘front line’ remain physically healthy? What about emotionally healthy? Will my child’s newfound anxiety subside when this is all over? Will my brother’s business survive? These questions, and many others like them, plague us all. But a couple more that our staff is faced with are: What does all of this mean for the children who wait?What does this mean for the future of adoptions?
Part of me wants to put those two questions out of my mind. Part of me wants to just focus on the now, and worry about getting through this crisis, and get back to the children when it’s over. Because right now, it’s all just too much to comprehend.
But the other part of me….the part that dedicated itself long ago to children who wait, won’t ever let that happen. You see, at MAA, the children are always forefront in our hearts and on our minds, no matter what else is going on. And in times like this, especially in times like this, times when it would be so much easier on our mental health to be able to let just one worry go, is when the children who wait are even more so embedded in our every single thought. People worry because people love. Don’t the children deserve to be part of someone’s worries?
So wherever we find ourselves right at this moment….be it ‘paused,’ worried, locked down, front lines, etc…. Please don’t forget about the children who wait. The children who would give anything to be part of someone’s everything… The children that deserve the love of a family….
Meet Jordan. Jordan recently turned 4 years old, and is described as quite intelligent! He loves to go to the pool and play with toy cars. Jordan is waiting for a family!
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It’s a strange time to be alive, and a very strange time to be adopting internationally. At a time when everyone is drawing in, staying home, closing borders, you are longing to bring someone far away near.
I see you, family who is staring at a room prepared for a loved child when you don’t know when they will fill it. I see you, family who traveled across the ocean for the first adoption trip and now has the second trip postponed indefinitely. I see you, family who waited years to be matched to your child only to have travel cancelled at the last minute. I see you, family in-country who has held your child and may now have to make the heartbreaking decision to leave because there’s no end in sight. I see you because I am you.
We are in the midst of adopting our son from China, and have had our own process slow to a crawl, heading towards a standstill at the rate things are going. I’m feeling all the feelings you are. Frustrated and angry at the things out of my control. Guilty that I am upset about this when there are people losing loved ones to this disease. Embarrassed about the tiny baby clothes purchased that now probably won’t fit. Worried when our son had to go through urgent surgery a few weeks ago without parents there to be by his side. And mostly, just terribly sad about it all.
Lately, a new feeling has started to creep in: hopelessness. Seeing the outbreak finally dying down in China, a light at the end of the tunnel, only to have it explode around the world sending our timeline spinning out even further. A tiny voice whispering that we will never get to him, that we should just give up now.
But here’s the thing: that voice is a lie. I firmly believe we will get to our son. This outbreak will end. Families will be together. No, I can’t guarantee when it will happen. Adoption has never been the realm of guarantees. The only promise I can make is this: we will never get to our kids if we give up now.
They are still there, waiting for us. For those in Colombia, they are waiting for the families they know are coming, for the first time or returning to be reunited. For those in China, they’ve already survived the worst of this crisis there, and made it through. Surely we can do the same for them. So I beg you, don’t give up. Keep fighting. Hold onto hope.
–Lindsey Gilbert, MAA Family Engagement Coordinator and Waiting Mama
My county ‘shut down’
on Thursday. Now, Monday, my entire
state is ‘shut down.’ I am still going
through all of the emotions and questions, “Do we have enough food?” “Will my parents be OK?” “How will I work at home AND teach my kids at
the same time?” And a million other
questions. Ultimately, “What will
tomorrow bring?” And I couldn’t
help but realize the significance of this question. A question that waiting children might not
consciously ask themselves, but one nonetheless that they live out day in and
day out. What.Will.Tomorrow.Bring? I’ve been living in this current uncertainty
for four days now. Only four days. (And yes, I fully acknowledge that people
around the world have been living this new reality for much longer). But the children who wait live it every
single day, and they always have.
So when I find myself panicking about toilet paper (14 rolls left and counting),
or wondering if the kids were on screens too long today, or worrying that my
husband will bring home germs from his essential job, I think of the waiting
children. The waiting children who always
wonder what tomorrow will bring.
While we are all
trying to figure out this ‘new normal,’ while we’re trying to figure out how
long this will last, please, I beg of you, please, do not forget about the
children who wait. Because we WILL get
through this crisis. But will they get
through theirs? They won’t without
families stepping forward to say Yes. Especially
in a time when that Yes might be harder than ever for a family to say. But we need you to say it. The children need you to say it.
So over the course of these next few days, weeks, months we will be sharing photos of waiting children with you. Children who have been wondering for years – What Will Tomorrow Bring? Please consider being the answer to their question. A family. Tomorrow will bring a family.
Meet Zander. Zander is 6-years-old and loves the outdoors, listening to music, and smiling. Zander’s orphanage said that his cognitive abilities and development are on target for his age and they desperately want him to find a forever family!
Interested in learning more about Zander, or about any of the other children who wait? Please complete our Prospective Adoptive Parent form, or email Lindsey at firstname.lastname@example.org. And please visit our website to find information about all of our programs.
Hosting an older child from a foreign country, who has been living in an institution, can seem intimidating and full of unknowns. Read Part 1 of Niki H’s story here, about they came to decide to host a child in order to advocate and find their adoptive family, then come back for Part 2 below, and learn how in searching for the adoptive family for a child, they found the missing piece of their own family- twice!
I admit, committing to adopt AiJun was probably the scariest thing I have ever done, but by faith, I agreed. On the way to the St Louis airport at the end of the hosting stay, we saw one of the most beautiful, full, vibrant rainbows we had ever seen. I felt in my heart that it was God’s promise to me that everything would work out. I was no longer anxious about adopting AiJun, and I felt a peace about our decision.
The next year was full of the necessary paperwork and preparing to go get AiJun. AiJun had been bullied in Kindergarten, and had been permitted to drop out of school for three years after the bullying took place. After the hosting visit, he went back to China and told his caretakers that he wanted to go to school again. We were thrilled to hear that he had a good experience at school during the year we were going through the adoption process. What’s more, our church immediately began raising money for our adoption. We received $6000 from our church, $2500 from a matching grant through Lifesong, $4500 in donations from friends and family, and $5000 from a ShowHope grant. We also received an adoption tax credit. After all my worrying about the money given to adopt AiJun instead of helping our son Peter with college, I felt that we had given Satan a black eye!
We have now had AiJun two full years. He is the same kid now that he was three years ago when we hosted: fun, caring, loving, and always ready for an adventure. He has blessed our family in more ways than I can count, and I feel beyond blessed to be his mom. Adopting an older child turned out to be the perfect fit for our family, as he is only six months older than our last child, Aimee. They are even in the same class at school. It is almost like having twins! As a matter of fact, I find it ironic that both their names begin with “Ai” and both their names are five letters long. The four cousins that came over are now all grown up, but we still see them often. Our first calling was to help out our niece and nephews, but our second calling was to adopt AiJun, and we are so glad that we answered God’s calling.
Our kids are 20, 18, 15, 12, and 11. Peter, our oldest, is attending our local community college this semester for cyber security certification and he also attended a training for four weeks in February in WI to become a sergeant in the National Guard. Emma, who just graduated high school, works at a local nursery and is making plans to take a gap year to volunteer at an orphanage in Haiti this winter. Ashley will be a sophomore in high school, and AiJun and Aimee will be in sixth grade. Our perspective on adoption has definitely changed drastically. Now we see it as God sees it. Adopting AiJun took something painful, hard, and sad and turned into something beautiful, happy, and healing. That doesn’t mean there won’t be days of heartache and sadness for AiJun, but I have learned that adoptions are stories of redemption. There is not a day that goes by that we don’t marvel at what a blessing AiJun has been to our family, and even though we knew he needed us, we now realize that we needed him more.
But our story doesn’t stop there. This past spring, I felt the urge to do more for orphans. I decided to let the social worker who wrote our home study know that if the hosting program needed a family to host, we would be willing to host again. By late May, we were asked to host a sibling group of three: Sara, age 13, Melany, age 11, and Bryan, age 9, from Colombia. When my husband heard we were hosting again, he said, “You know we’ll end up adopting them.” I told him we were just advocating and being helpful and that we couldn’t possibly adopt three more children! But, just like three years before, within days of hosting the three children, the thought of adopting them began to enter our minds.
However, the logistics of providing a home for
three more people was daunting. Our house only has three bedrooms, so our
sleeping arrangements would be tight to say the least. But, as usual, God was
at work to make sure everything was taken care of. Our pastor, who has always wanted a pond and who is also a skilled
carpenter, offered to finish our basement in exchange for the pond he always
dreamed of having.
Sara is sweet, smart, and very mature for her age as she has had most of the responsibility of her two siblings. Melany is adventurous and fun-loving, and Bryan is a typical boy who loved to fish in our pond. They aren’t perfect, and we won’t be perfect parents, but God’s handiwork is evident, and we rest in Him and His truths. It has been fun to watch AiJun’s face when we ask him if we should adopt, as he is on the other side of the situation now. He just beams and says “Yes! We should adopt them. They don’t have a family!” We are looking forward to spring of 2020 when we will travel to Colombia to get our three new children. We will be parents to eight children, but God will be with us every step of the way, because God is good, and He loves the orphan. Thank you for reading our story.
Many families are interested in hosting but are scared of the unknowns- what will the child be like? Will the language barrier be too challenging? How on earth will we say goodbye at the end? Read one family’s experience with hosting and how it changed all their lives for the better…
As a teenager dreaming of my future family, I wanted children and I wanted a big family. I also remember thinking how neat it would be to adopt a child someday. But for many of us, myself included, life doesn’t play out exactly as planned. As the years began to pass (eight years to be exact), God blessed us with three children, Peter, Emma, and Ashley, and a thriving business.
In the spring of 2006, we received the devastating news that our sister-in-law had died unexpectedly at age 37, leaving four children ages 11, 9, 7, and 2, whom she had been homeschooling. At the time, our children were 6, 5, and 2 and I had chosen to homeschool as well. Even though our hearts were broken, God had a plan.
I knew when we had found our house that it wasn’t a coincidence that God provided us a home within walking distance of where they lived. So I followed God’s lead and reached out to them by inviting them over to homeschool with us twice a week that fall of 2007. On September 13, 2007 our fourth and final child, Aimee, was born. I was happy to help out my niece and nephews, but as the years passed and my children grew, the prospect of adopting seemed less and less of a possibility. It had always been a dream to adopt a younger child, not a child half grown, and my children were no longer babies or even toddlers. Adopting an older child entailed a set of circumstances that I just wasn’t comfortable with.
However, time has a way of changing things, and it wasn’t too many years before some of my kids were high school age and we decided their current needs would be best met in public school. By this time I had dismissed the prospect of adoption entirely. However, my second child, Emma, had not. By the age of five she had begun to express interest in our family adopting and at a young age had a huge heart for orphans. In the summer of 2015, our church began promoting a hosting program. Emma was 14 at the time. She enthusiastically showed me pictures of the host kids and begged for our family to host an orphan. As we would arrive to church on Sunday mornings that spring and early summer, people would comment and giggle about Emma’s enthusiasm that they had seen on Facebook and ask if we were hosting. I would laugh it off and reply no. At some point during those crazy years of building a business I had given up the dream of adopting a child. But God hadn’t given up.
One morning I received a text message from a close friend named Kea who had adopted a boy named Brody from China two years earlier. She said that she knew we had been somewhat interested in hosting the year before (little did she know that I actually hadn’t had any interest in hosting) and was wondering if we would “co-host” with them this summer? After further discussion, talking it over with John, and praying, we agreed to co-host one child, with her son Brody as our helper and translator. The child would be at her house a week, then our house a week, then vice versa until the host period was over. Emma was beyond excited, and promised she would help out with whatever we needed.
Then I got a phone call from Kea. The hosting coordinator did not like our idea of “sharing” a child. She told us respectfully that these children are orphans, who have never experienced family life before. They were coming all the way from China, and even if they were never in their life to receive the gift of a family, at least they got to experience one for four weeks while in the US. She said that she understood our desire to help each other by babysitting for appointments, etc. but that we each needed to host our own child. Reluctantly, we knew in our hearts that she was right, and agreed to host a child on our own.
On the way to the airport, Kea began to describe what our Chinese child would most likely be like from her experience with her own adopted son. I was surprised to hear that our host child would have only experienced inner city life. Kea informed me that he most likely won’t want to play outside. He probably won’t like our big dogs. He will be afraid of bugs. Since we live in the country and spend a lot of time outside, I braced myself for the longest four weeks of my life.
Upon arriving at the airport in Springfield, we met our host child, AiJun. He was small for his age, nine years old, and very, very tired. He did not smile at us or try to speak. Brody tried speaking to him, but could not understand the few words AiJun said. There were many Chinese translators there, helping families speak to their host children. Several came up and tried to speak to AiJun, but he wouldn’t respond. Then one of them began to play with AiJun, to get him to say something. Soon he giggled and spoke. “He speaks Cantonese,” she told us. My hopes and dreams of Brody translating for us for the next four weeks diminished as Brody only knew Mandarin.
The next morning, AiJun quietly walked down the stairs. He saw our youngest child, Aimee, who was then eight. She began to play cars with him. I was relieved to see him smile at her and enjoy the interaction. I began to make breakfast and I set out a can of sweet milk, a Chinese children’s drink, that we had bought at an Asian grocery store in Springfield the evening before. AiJun’s face lit up when he saw it. After eating a hearty breakfast, he and Aimee played more. I was hesitant to let them play outside, assuming he would be scared of the dogs, but he wasn’t. As a matter of fact, AiJun wasn’t scared of anything we assumed he would be scared of, and we were humbled as we realized how wrong we were to label AiJun as the problem child we assumed he would be. AiJun soon proved to us that he was just like any normal kid, and it wasn’t long before he was having the time of his life going on boat rides, catching fireflies, jumping off the dock into our pond, playing with the dogs, hiking, and simply being a kid and enjoying the summertime.
We were also literally amazed to discover that AiJun was super easy going and had a great sense of humor. The only thing we couldn’t get him to do was speak into our phone to try to communicate, but he made up for that with the hilarious things he would communicate with just body language. After just two weeks of hosting AiJun, John mentioned the prospect of adopting him. And I had to admit the thought had crossed my mind as well. He just seemed to fit so perfectly into our family and he was just such an awesome kid. But I was also reluctant and scared wondering how would I teach him English? Where would he go to school? How would we pay for the adoption? Is the paperwork really as bad as everyone says it is? But I had been wrong already in so many ways, that I wondered: could God possibly be was at work in this situation? Maybe we were the family that was to adopt him all along?
Friends – We come to you with a plea. A plea for help. Help for our friends in China. And help for some of the most vulnerable – the children. Due to the Coronavirus, China is facing a shortage of much needed supplies to continue to fight the virus, such as medical masks and gloves. These items are currently non-existent in China, and that shortage has spread to neighboring countries. Our friends and colleagues in China have reached out to us for help. So we are reaching out to you. PLEASE, if you have access to any of these supplies (new and in original packaging), mail them as soon as you can to our home office. We will be gathering a shipment to send to China as soon as we can. The sooner the better.
Please note we can’t accept further donations of hand sanitizer due to shipping constraints.
Please send to:
Madison Adoption Associates
1102 Society Drive
Claymont, DE 19703
For those of you who do not have easy access to these supplies, we humbly ask you to consider a monetary donation so we can purchase more supplies, and to assist in covering the shipping costs. With the goal of getting supplies to China as soon as we can, the shipping costs will be significant.
We are in the midst of Lunar New Year celebrations, a holiday that emphasizes spending time with family, when people all over China typically travel across the country to reunite with loved ones. In that spirit, here is one family’s story about finding an extension of their family, and what it has meant to them…
Our first two children had been home for about 7 and 9 years, and we had often gone back and forth about whether to adopt a third child or not, though we knew we wanted to adopt an older boy (between 3-6 years old) if we did adopt again. Our middle daughter’s best friend has Beta Thalassemia Major, so we had direct knowledge about it through her family, and that was a special need we were open to. Our middle daughter also had significant attachment issues when she was adopted at almost two years old, being diagnosed before she turned three with RAD, which is why it took us so long to get to adoption number three- our daughter needed our full attention to be able to heal, and not only did she heal, but she is thriving.
However, because of that experience
with helping our daughter heal from her RAD diagnosis, we learned a lot about
the importance of brain development in children. We saw a file of a seven-year-old
little boy who had beta thalassemia major, and who had only entered the
orphanage at the age of five. Because he was five when he entered the
orphanage, there was an “older child questionnaire” where they asked him his
name, his age, and his parents’ names. He could answer that he was five (but
Chinese age five, not chronological age five), his name was Wu Zi Long, and his
dad’s name was Wu Cai Hui. China decided he was “nearly six” and assigned
him a birthday. We guessed he was closer to four when he entered the orphanage.
Our assumption was that his family must have tried to take care of him as long
as they could, but ran out of funds and had no other choice. We decided
pretty quickly to move forward with the adoption and he joined our family in
September 2018 at the age of seven.
While we had already planned to search for birth family after adoption since we had his dad’s name, it surprised us when, on the day we met him, the orphanage director told us “you have his dad’s name, you can find him…” While so many people in China say, “forget what is here, look forward to your future,” she recognized what we already knew: your future and your past are not mutually exclusive. Your past is a vital part of who you are and should not be discarded or forgotten.
In January 2019 we celebrated his 8th birthday. In February 2019, we posted a “poster” on WeChat searching for his Chinese parents. Within two days, I received a message from a Shenzhen new station, and over the next 4 days, they interviewed me three times on TV. The producer told the reporter that they should keep on the story until we found his family.Six months after we adopted him and eight days after hitting “post” on WeChat, I was on a 3-way call with the reporter and our son’s dad in China. We were both nervous, but had a brief conversation. The reporter connected us by WeChat and within three days, I had over 200 photos of our son’s first four years, including some with his mom before she left (she was extremely young), his birth certificate, and our son’s father’s official ID. We now knew he was really only six years old. In August, we celebrated his 7th birthday (eight months after celebrating his 8th birthday!)
We are now counting down the days to our son’s Make-A-Wish trip to see his China Baba. The man we now know, and talk with nearly every single week, is kind, loving, devoted, and deeply passionate about being in his son’s life. The first videos he sent me were heartbreaking; crying sad and happy tears, thanking us for finding him, for adopting his son, for giving him a life and a future. He used his life savings and ultimately still had to make the horrible sacrifice to get his son the care he needs. Our son is a loving and happy child because of his time with his dad. Our assumptions from the beginning may well have been incorrect, but fortunately for us, they were not. His dad is now a part of our family, and we look forward to meeting him soon. We didn’t just adopt a son, I now have a “brother” in China (he calls me Jiejie), our son has a connection to a father in China who loves him deeply, and our family has become much more international. Finding one birth family (so easily) has not come without challenges for our other children who have wanted to know for much longer, but we all move forward day by day, and find the path that presents itself.
Adoption is always a leap of faith. There is the leap of not truly knowing what your child will be like, how their personality will mesh with other family members. There is the leap of committing to a child with limited information on their health and development. And since the Department of State shared new interpretation of regulations in 2018, for families who hope to adopt a waiting child it means the leap of completing a home study; investing time, energy, and money, not to mention their hearts, before they can be matched to that child, not knowing if that child will still be waiting when their home study is done.
Since this change, international adoption numbers have dropped, particularly for waiting children. Families are still interested in adoption, and inquire about waiting children, but fear holds them back from beginning the adoption process because they worry “What if that child isn’t available when my home study is done?”
We understand this fear -it’s no small endeavor to complete a home study, and becoming attached to a child only to be unable to bring them home is heartbreaking. However, we see the other side too: the children who still wait. The numbers aren’t going down. 3387 children currently wait on China’s shared list. Over 300 children on the current waiting list for the Philippines. Hundreds more wait in Colombia, Bulgaria, and the Dominican Republic. We worry- who will take the leap for them?
That’s why we’re so happy to share that in 2019, all eligible families who applied hoping to adopt a specific waiting child were matched with that child once their homestudy was done.
Why do we share this? Because we want to remind families
that it’s entirely possible that the child who is tugging on your heart will
still be waiting three or four months from now, when you could have a home study
“ We hadn’t even started our home study and were actually told that there was a 95% chance that she’d be matched with someone else before we were able to complete our HS. Instead of discouraging us from getting started because someone else would probably lock her file first, that statement actually ignited the fire in me.”
No, there are no guarantees you will be matched with that child, but when has adoption ever been a guarantee? More importantly, if you don’t take that leap and start the home study for that child- will anyone? Or will that child continue to wait indefinitely, aging out of eligibility for adoption as too many do?
“When the thought of someone else being matched with her before we could be literally brought me to tears, I knew we needed to go for her. I told myself that if she was matched with someone else then she wasn’t meant to be our daughter. But I also couldn’t take the chance of waiting until we planned on starting and losing precious months with her if she were still waiting when our “time was right”.”
So if you’ve been watching a waiting child, and haven’t started your home study because you’re afraid- take the leap. Don’t let fear hold you back from giving a child a chance for a family, and your family the chance for the joy of a new child. Make 2020 the year we get to share that MORE waiting kids were matched than in 2019.
Lastly, from a mom who didn’t get to adopt the first child
she set out to adopt, let me just say this: if the “worst” happens, and you
don’t adopt that child you hope to, once you’re home with the child you do
adopt, you won’t be able to imagine any other child in your family. However it
ends up, it will all be worth it- so take the leap.
Thousands of children around the world continue to wait for the love and permanency of a family. Email email@example.com today to learn more about the children who are waiting for you.
Where do I begin? How
do I start a letter to someone who has been on my mind and in my heart every
single day for over four years? I guess
I’ll start at the beginning….
I will never forget the day I met you. I was in China on an advocacy trip and was
given the opportunity to come into your orphanage. We met many children, took pictures and video,
and gathered all the information we could so when we got home we could advocate
like crazy. We went from crib to crib,
asking questions and sneaking in as many hugs and kisses as we could. Then they brought you, in their arms, out to
meet me. I had seen babies like you on
TV, in the news, and depicted in movies.
But never had I been face to face with a baby who very much appeared to
be dying. You had nannies and caregivers
who were doing all they knew to help you, but your digestive needs were great, and
you were very clearly slipping away. I
honestly have no idea how you were even still alive. We asked questions about you, your needs, and
how we could help. I left that orphanage
forever changed, because of you Auden.
So many waiting children weigh heavily on my heart. But you, Auden, you became so deeply imbedded
in there from that day, I knew I had to do something.
Our team contacted several organizations, and we were able
to coordinate with Love Without Boundaries to get you not only the medical care
that you so desperately needed, but also the love and nurturing from a
wonderful foster family. We were
relieved you were off death’s doorstep, and we were hopeful that an adoption
file would be prepared for you. But only
time would tell!
Several colleagues were making another trip to China in
November 2016, with hopes of spending time in your province. I begged them to check in on you, and to let
me know how you were doing. Oh how glad
I was that they got to see you! When I
opened that picture of a chubby, gorgeous, bright-eyed meatball, I sobbed with
joy….initially not even convinced it could possibly be you! Oh Auden!
You did it! You hung on, and you
persevered. And, thanks to Love Without
Boundaries, you not only survived, but you were flourishing!!! Our team gathered information and took many
glorious pictures of your chubby face!
And we continued to hope and pray that an adoption file would be
prepared for you to have a chance at a forever.
July 31, 2017 – the day finally came!!! You had an adoption file and were now
available for international adoption! We
immediately jumped into action and began advocating for you. Many people were touched by all that you had
overcome but still, your family did not step forward. And we tried Auden. I promise you, we tried. We’ve never stopped trying.
Fast forward to now.
Sadly, you had to leave your loving foster home and return to the
orphanage. While the orphanage staff do
their best with the limited resources they have, you, understandably, did not
handle the transition well. A Madison
family was traveling to China just weeks ago to adopt their second child from
your orphanage. You have been on their
heart too. The Adoptive Mom packed some
things for you specifically! When she
saw you, she cried. But, they were not
good tears. When she sent me your
picture, I didn’t recognize you. Back in
November 2016, I cried happy tears as I didn’t recognize you because you looked
so wonderful. This time, though, I didn’t recognize you because you no longer
smiled, and had scars on your head, likely from banging your head on the crib
you sit in day after day and hour after hour.
This time, Auden, my tears were because I was devastated for you. There you sat in a crib on a floor I’ve
learned is no place for any child to be, and the look on your face was not of
peace and contentment, but of sorrow and worry.
Oh Auden, after fighting for your life and coming out on the other side,
here you were slowly slipping away again.
We just cannot let this happen again!
So, with the help of many angels on earth, we have reached back
out to Love Without Boundaries to see if they are able to provide any
help. And miraculously, it appears they
are. But, as with everything, it will
not be free or cheap. But Auden, you are
loved, you are worthy, you are perfectly and wonderfully made, and you deserve
care, compassion, and love. Our prayer
for you is, as it has been for years, that you get this care, compassion, and
love from an adoptive family. Until
then, we are blessed that Love Without Boundaries is able to provide it for
you. But, they need help. And I can assure you that I, many others who
love you, and Madison, are all prepared to step in and provide that financial
help so that you can thrive once again!
Auden, if I had a dime for every time I thought of you, for
every time I prayed for you, we wouldn’t be in this position of needing funds
for your care. Many waiting children have
touched my heart, but only a few have impacted me the way you have. You have changed my life. I will continue to advocate for you, to stand
by you, to pray for you, and to ‘rally the troops’ and get whatever funding is
needed so you can thrive again. And dear
Auden, I will NOT give up on you until you are flourishing again AND until we
find your forever family. Don’t lose
hope sweet boy. I made a promise to you
the day I met you, and I stand by that promise now, and forever.
It has always been hard for me to write advocacy posts
around the holidays. ‘But why? People are always more giving around the
holidays….their hearts are usually more open.
Wouldn’t that be the perfect time?’
Well, yes, you are right. I didn’t
say it is not a good time to advocate (for the record, it is ALWAYS a good time
to advocate. And we will continue to do
so until no more children wait). I said
it is hard for me to write advocacy posts around the holidays. You see, ‘the holidays’ isn’t just one day. For me at least, it pretty much spans from pre-Thanksgiving
through early January. During these
weeks, plans are being made, families and friends are coming together,
traditions are being celebrated, bread is broken together, laughter is shared, and
excitement is in the air. In my house, the
wooden Rudolph countdown decoration is attended to first thing every morning by
my youngest – ‘Only 19 days Mom!’ And tuck-in is filled with ‘Where will Simi the
Elf be tomorrow?!’
It’s during the holidays that the gravity of waiting children, and their reality, lays heaviest on my heart. During this time, that for many of us, is filled with family, fellowship, and fullness – fullness of the heart, of the mind, and let’s be honest…of the belly. For children too – a time that is filled with wonder and magic. And as I sit here, next to the fire in my overly holiday decorated living room, waiting for the kids to run off the bus so we can go cut down our tree, my heart breaks even more for Madelaine. This girl, with her shy demeanor, and her sweet, infectious giggle, deserves to be embraced by a family. She deserves to be part of family traditions not just at the holidays, but year-round. She deserves love, she deserves to share in the wonder and the magic, she deserves a childhood. So please, take a moment during this busy, joyful time to pause and share about Madelaine’s need for a family. I believe in the magic of the holiday season, and I so want to believe that this will be Madelaine’s last one without a family.
Madelaine is 8-years-old, is visually impaired, and is waiting in China. She is available for adoption through Madison Adoption Associates. Madison Adoption Associates is happy to provide a $5,000 Bright Futures Grant to the family who steps forward to adopt Madelaine. Interested in learning more about Madelaine, and about the adoption process? Please complete and submit our free Prospective Adoptive Parent form, and an adoption specialist will be in touch.