So many people have said, “Oh he’s so lucky to be adopted and have a family.” I want to clear up a misconception about adoption….There is nothing lucky about a child losing his birth family, his culture, his homeland, and even caregivers and friends he’s made along the way at various orphanages. Our son has suffered more loss at the age of 3 than I have in my 31 years on this earth.
Yes, he is blessed to have a forever family. He is blessed to have a roof over his head and food on the table. He is blessed to have access to good healthcare, education, and opportunities for a future. But he is not lucky.
At the orphanage, Ki had 7 different “Mama’s” caring for him and 21 brothers and sisters to play with and help care for. He had a routine and rarely left the compound the orphanage was on. Now Ki is living with “Mazungo” (white) parents and is sandwiched between two brothers who are constantly fighting with him for attention. He is eating food he’s never tasted before and living in a new environment. He has different clothes and toys and books to choose from everyday. We are constantly going places and meeting new people and traveling in “Motor cars” which is just mind-blowing for him.
The reality of adoption is it is hard. It is exhausting, it is financially draining, it is challenging to our marriage, it is taking all of us out of our comfort zone, the boys are struggling with accepting their new brother and our lives have been turned upside down….but we wouldn’t change it for the world.
When Ki lays his head on my shoulder and whispers “Mama love you” as we cuddle before bed, I know that everything is going to be ok. I know that God has adopted us to be His sons and daughters and He will walk this difficult road with us.