From China, “It’s A Boy”: The Difference Advocacy Can Make
Our staff is excited to share the Clark familyâ€™s story. Why are we excited, you ask? It doesnâ€™t happen too often, but we always love when a dad submits a blog post to AWAA, since they tend to be a little less frequent than ones from the moms and there is always something special about seeing the adoption process & perspective through a dadâ€™s eyes and heart. We are also excited to share this beautiful (and very witty) story with you, because it points out just how important advocating for children can be. This family is now welcoming a little boy into their family, in part, due to hearing a story from an AWAA ACT team member who met this child while serving at his orphanage and then brought those stories â€œto lifeâ€. God used a lot of different circumstances, from starting their adoption process for a healthy girl to switching to adopting a â€œspecial needsâ€ boy, to bring them to where they are today. We hope you will enjoy reading their story:
Last week was a really big week at the Clark house, a week we werenâ€™t sure weâ€™d ever see. â€œWhat made it big?â€ you might ask. We were matched. No, that doesnâ€™t mean Janet and I have taken up online dating. Janet would obviously have a much better chance of being matched than I would. It means we were officially notified by the Peopleâ€™s Republic of China that our family is about to become bigger by one person, a boy named Elijah. Thatâ€™s him in the picture. A letter, written in Chinese and translated into English, arrived at our adoption agency. They forwarded it to us. A Fed-Ex driver walked it to our door. We signed it. Now, weâ€™re on the fast track to travel to China.
To understand how big this is for us, you should know a bit more of our story. Janet and I got married in 1992. Before the big day, we talked about how many kids we wanted. It wasnâ€™t my idea to talk about this. My thoughtful future in-laws sent the two of us to a communication boot camp for engaged couples, where I shared a room with a guy who snored like a rusty chainsaw and Janet shared a room with his fiancÃ©e, who also snored like a chainsaw. It was a match made in heavenâ€¦ for the two of them. For three days, we listened to speakers discuss topics, like finances, sex, and kids. After each talk, we wrote responses to a bunch of questions, including how many kids we wanted, when we wanted them, and why. Then, we passed our answers to our partners and talked about what we wrote. In my sleep-deprived state, I remember thinking, â€œIâ€™m OK with two, as long as they come later.â€ Janet wantedâ€¦ well, more. I was too groggy to notice.
Our ideal plan was to start our family four or five years later. Ideal plans are like those model lunches they display at the end of the counter at Chick-fil-A. Theyâ€™re designed to entice you. â€œSee how good I look? Yummy! Buy me!â€ They look perfect. But if you swipe the display cookie, take it to your car and bite into it, you find out itâ€™s an old cookie thatâ€™s been sitting there for days. It doesnâ€™t turn out the way you thought. When the time arrived in our ideal plan to begin having children, we found we were struggling with infertility. It took significantly longer, to us, than we had hoped it would take. In 1999, our daughter Taylor was born. Seven months later, Janet came to the top of the stairs holding a pregnancy test, looked down at me as I fed Taylor, and said, â€œGuess what?â€ Although I could see what she was holding, my mind was in denial, so like an idiot, I asked, â€œWhat?â€ Only later did I realize the question was rhetorical. Seven months later, our son Jordan arrived.
In my mind, we had the perfect nuclear family. We had one Dad, one Mom, one girl and one boy. I was content. We had accomplished what I had set out to do. Now, I could develop a hobby or buy a boat or plan a two-year-long trip in an oversized recreational vehicle to visit every national park in the U.S. and Canada. Not that I ever think about those things. But Janet was not contentâ€¦.
Around the time Taylor and Jordan exited the toddler years, Janet began feeling restless. Deep down, she knew she wasnâ€™t done, that our family wasnâ€™t complete, that being a parent was one thing God equipped her to do well, that she had more love to give. She started dropping hints about the â€œnext one.â€ I assumed she was speaking metaphorically, so each time it happened I noddedâ€¦ metaphorically. She never pressured me. She just made it known that the door to more children was still open.
In 2006, I had a series of random encounters with adoption. I met several families who had adopted. Our church hosted an adoption seminar and I was asked to be the staff liaison to the adoption agency. Before and after the seminar, I found myself talking to the speaker about what adoption required, what it cost, how hard it was, and how big the need was. I stumbled onto several adoption web sites and out of curiosity began to read. I found myself thinking, â€œWe could do that. That might be cool.â€
One night, Janet and I were eating and Janet dropped another hint. Thinking I was being sly, I asked her, â€œWould the third one have to be born to us?â€ To my great surprise, she said, â€œNo. Letâ€™s talk about it.â€ To my greater surprise, I was ready to talk, too. So, the conversation began. On Christmas Day, I gave Janet a book on adoption, my way of saying, â€œIâ€™m in. Letâ€™s do it.â€ The next day, we filed an application and started the long training and paperwork trail to adopt a baby girl from China.
On September 6, 2007, after months of classes, fingerprinting, home studies, financial disclosures and personal evaluations, our completed dossier finally arrived in China and we entered the waiting stage for a healthy little girl. At the time, families were waiting about two years to be matched by China with a healthy baby, but the wait grew- three years, then four years, then five. As we waited, we talked about adopting a baby boy from Ethiopia. Given that our projected wait in China was getting longer, we started a second adoption, convinced it would be done before we reached the top of the list in China. Our Ethiopia dossier arrived on August 26, 2011, but the waits soon began to climb there, too. We wondered if we had wasted our time and money, hopes and prayers on a pointless dream. Maybe we should just cut our losses and quit. At the beginning of 2013, we were at our lowest place. We decided that we wouldnâ€™t do anything else, spend any more money, fill out any more forms, unless things changed. Then in late 2013, we began to read and hear multiple conversations in the adoption community that said many kids in both countries who were being passed over because they were listed as â€œspecial needsâ€ or waiting children.
â€œSpecial needsâ€ can refer to a variety of issues, physical or emotional or developmental, temporary or permanent, from very mild to very extreme. It can be as simple as a child nearing the age where she is considered â€œtoo oldâ€ or as complex as a child with multiple medical needs. As Janet and I talked about what we were capable of handling and looked at the huge number of special needs children, we felt like God was saying, â€œOne of these kids is meant to be part of your family.â€ It wasnâ€™t an audible voice, just a conviction and peace that Heâ€™d already prepared us and that He was going to lead us to a special little boy or girl. So, we contacted our agency and asked them to review our qualifications.
In July of this year (2014), Janet was reading a blog written by Lara, a woman who was with a mission team who went to an orphanage in China to work with the children. Each day, Lara wrote about a different child and included pictures.(but no identifying information to protect the childâ€™s confidentiality was given) We spotted a little boy on her blog who was familiar to us, because weâ€™d seen him on our agencyâ€™s web site. We hadnâ€™t reviewed him carefully, but when we read Laraâ€™s story about spending several days with him, our hearts were captured. So, on August 25, 2014, we asked our agency if we could review Elijahâ€™s file.
Reviewing a childâ€™s file means you receive a lot of documents, originals in Chinese and translations in English. The orphanage tells you what he eats and how often, when he sleeps, what his days are like, what medical care he received, what milestones heâ€™s reached in his development, what makes him happy and what gives him trouble. During review, youâ€™re given permission to ask any questions youâ€™d like, to request updated pictures and video, and to show the file to your doctor so she can make recommendations about future care. When you reach the end of the review, you decide whether or not your family is a good match for that special child and you tell your agency. I had misgivings about this part of the process before we did it. It sounds almost like buying a used car. You check the odometer, the wear on the tires, and look for signs itâ€™s been in an accident. You wonder if you look good in it. You ask yourself, â€œCan I handle the risk it might need repairs?â€ With adoption itâ€™s different. Itâ€™s hard to explain until your heart is involved. You arenâ€™t looking to see how much use you can get out of this little boy or girl or whether or not this child fits your style. You look at the data on the pages and ask yourself, â€œCan I give this little boy a great life? Can I love him and serve him and be the Daddy he wants and needs?â€ Itâ€™s weird how it works. It stops being the question, â€œCan I get enough?â€ It becomes the question, â€œCan I give enough?â€ On September 5, 2014, all four of us, Janet, Taylor, Jordan and I said, â€œYes!â€ and we asked China for the official approval.
On Wednesday, September 24, one week ago, we received our Referral Acceptance, the official document from China that essentially says, â€œWill you accept this child as a part of your family?â€ With shaky hands, we carefully filled out the form, checking the box that says, â€œYes,â€ making certain everything was right, and mailed it back along with a lot of other documents. In the meantime, weâ€™re racing to finish all the stuff that needs to be done to make our home perfect for Elijah. Itâ€™ll be a very busy fall for us, but itâ€™ll also be an exhilarating fall because each day brings us closer to Elijah and we canâ€™t wait to see him.