Our second adoption

After all the drama, tension and stress of deciding to adopt the first time, I figured it would take a major miracle for us to adopt again. And for months after our little guy came home, I was so over-the-moon delighted with him, and so conscious of the miracle of his presence in our lives, that another baby was not high in my thoughts.

When he had been home a year, however, John and I began wondering more about how it would feel to be the only Asian child in Caucasian family. We’d talked about it theoretically before he arrived, and had ended up feeling like offering one child a home would be better than not adopting at all. We decided to work hard to make sure that there were Asian people in his life. But something about having our son home, and growing before our eyes, made us care even more deeply that he feel fully connected within our family.

In September of 1999, I spotted a little boy on a waiting child photolisting who grabbed at my heart. He was from Korea, just 2 months younger than our little guy, and he was born missing one foot. I’m not sure why he so strongly caught my attention, but it was undeniable. I wondered if he had been placed on my heart just so that I could pray for him. But I decided to write John a note telling about this little boy, stick it in his lunchbox to read at work, and just see what happened.

I prepared myself for the strong likelihood that John would say I was nuts. But that evening when he came home from work, instead of being dismissive, he was questioning. Curious.

By the end of the evening he told me to request a video and more pictures of the little guy, who was just over a year old. Two days later we sat down to watch his video. Halfway through the video John was talking about what we should name him and asking the older kids if he looked like a good brother. Three days later we were working on updating our homestudy.

Compared to the stress of deciding to adopt the first time, this decision was breathtakingly simple. We began the adoption process in October, and had him home in February. Another adoption miracle.

Now we had six children.

(To be continued)

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  1. love these posts!!!

  2. That’s something I never knew and want to know more about as well. We’ve talked about the fact that IF we adopted a child that we would adopt a “minor” special need, i.e., cleft lip/palette, limb issue, or heart problem. I just could not pass up the opportunity to help a child with our amazing health insurance and medical resources here.

    Someday could you write about what that has been like for you? If your son doesn’t mind and it’s not too personal?

    They are/were so super cute. Thanks for sharing.

  3. Rebecca says:

    Thank you for writing these posts – I’m finding them really interesting. I was surprised to read the bit where you were talking about what to name the little boy. I’d been under the impression that when you adopted a child, unless it was right at birth, the child would already have a name. Did your children have names already? Or were you talking about picking out a more American name to add on?

  4. I love reading your adoption story. Thanks for being willing to share.

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  1. […] Our second Korean son came home a year and a half later, in 2000.  He was 20 months old, only 2 months younger than our first adopted child, which means we basically had twin toddlers.  It was a tough year helping him settle in while juggling the needs of all the other kids. We as mom and dad were busy, sometimes tired from being up at night, and expected more from older kids. They took in in stride and did well with the challenge.  But I am sure there were times when they wished we were more available. […]