I am a 44-year-old mother of two teenagers, 14 and 15, and a 2 1/2-year-old. People have commented about my “accident.” (By the way this cracks me up when they say it to me(white) and my husband (white) while looking at my obviously biracial son.) K was not an accident. K was a wondrous gift.
A little over three years ago, my cousin committed suicide. His wife of 20 years became pregnant by someone else 3 or 4 months later. For reasons that I’m not going into, the family was pretty sure the baby would be taken into foster care. We inquired about taking the baby when he was born.
His birth mother made decisions that didn’t include our side of the family, after all we are “blood” to this baby. Now his brother and sister are my 2nd cousins. I never got to meet the baby. He was with mom for a while. Then he was placed in foster care. Family rumors had him being adopted by a cousin of his birth father.
Then on a Monday I got a phone call from another cousin, “Are you guys still interested in adopting the baby? He MIGHT need another home” The baby is now 9 months old and has lived in 3 homes. Absolutely. My husband and I spoke a bit with his Social Workers. It sound really iffy. They didn’t want to move him again if they didn’t have to move him. I totally understood.
The next Monday I got another phone call asking again if we were really committed to taking him. We decided we better tell the older boys that this might happen. Like us they considered this baby that we have never met, part of our extended family. They thought it was a cool idea. I stressed this probably wouldn’t happen, as they didn’t want to transition him again to a new home if they didn’t have to do that.
That Friday morning I got a call at 10:30. I’m at school teaching. An hour later I am in my driveway holding this sweet little boy and falling in love. He seemed like he had been there from the beginning. He bonded very quickly, and is loved beyond measure.
Now almost 2 years later I am so grateful that my cousin(not his birth mom) remembered that we wanted him, and told the Social Workers about us. There were other family members that would have taken him, but I really feel that it was God’s plan to have him here.
In less than two weeks our lives were turned upside down and inside out. I wouldn’t have it any other way.