Me with my little "Santa." Sofia is obsessed with Santa, and rarely leaves the house without a Santa hat. |
First off, being the big sister of two adopted children is hard. I used to think that adoption was almost like a fairytale. I believed in "instant-bonding" and that as soon as you adopted a child, there would be a "happily-ever-after" ending. However, soon after our first adoption was completed, I realized that the healing process for a traumatized child had just begun. The insecurities, trauma, and heartbreak that these children have endured still exists, and that often causes these children to have unusual behaviors. I also learned that (at least in my instance and most others that I have heard), instant bonding didn't happen. I have had to actually work to bond with my two adopted sisters, and it is hard. Sometimes it is really hard to look past their disturbing behaviors and see the child that they are created to be. But I am bonding, and because I have had to work for it, it has made my relationship with my two adopted sisters even more valuable.
This is Alison on her tenth birthday last spring. She has grown so much and I am so proud of her. |
Third, adoption is redemption. When God adopted us, we were redeemed. We now have a hope. We now have a future. We now have a Father to cling to. The same thing happens when orphans are adopted. In most countries, if you are an orphan, you have a grim future. But when one is adopted into a family, they learn to trust their family, they learn about hope, and they discover what it means to have a family. And above it all, when adoption is done for God's glory, these children discover the love and faithfulness of their heavenly Father. I feel abundantly blessed that I have had the opportunity to witness a broken child slowly accept the love of both a family and their Father in heaven. Six months after Alison's adoption, she accepted Jesus as her Savior, and that was when the healing process really began.
Lastly, adoption is beautiful. Orphans becoming a treasured part of a family? That's beautiful. The healing process? That's beautiful. The hope? That's beautiful. Watching love fill in the broken pieces of their heart? That's beautiful. Knowing that someday, your sisters are going to proclaim victory over their loss? That. Is. Beautiful. Through the difficulties, the frustration, and the anger, I can still sit in awe of the beauty taking place in front of my eyes. Adoption can be so, so hard, but more than that, it is beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.
I hope you all have a wonderful Thanksgiving!
~Allie Broaddus