Many people think about adoption in regards to third world countries and infants. But orphans exist right here in our own backyards. In many cases they are even older children with real pain and a real awareness of their losses. Adopting an older child can be much like bringing a child out of the ashes. There are burns. There are scars. But burns and scars can heal.
We met Riley (who is choosing to change her name to Addison) two and half years ago through a series of God orchestrated events. You can read that story here. We NEVER intended to adopt. It was never on our radar. But God had different plans.
When Addison was a small child, her mother abandoned her and her siblings, leaving them in the care of their father who was a Type 1 Diabetic and completely blind. One morning when Addison was about 8 years old, she walked into her father’s bedroom to wake him only to find him deceased. He had died in his sleep due to complications from his Diabetes. As I’m sure you can imagine, this was rather traumatizing to her, and unfortunately because of my own story as a child, I can relate to her and understand exactly what that moment must have felt like for her.
After her father passed away Addison and her brothers went to live with her aunt and uncle. It was a very crowded, low income situation that Addison was simply unable to thrive in. As far as I’m concerned, her aunt and uncle are heroes! They took these kids in and kept them out of the foster care system, and provided for them as best as they could. But Addison needed more, and I am so very thankful that they were able to recognize that.
Over the last two years we have managed to raise the majority of the money we needed to make this adoption possible. Private adoption is NOT CHEAP! And of course Addison’s situation is a little different because somewhere out there is a mother who has to be given the opportunity to be heard. I try very hard to give grace to her. I try very hard to understand what her life must have been like when she made the decision to walk away from her children. But it’s hard. I am human, and I have real emotions that do not always make sense. But I can honestly say this: I owe Addison’s mama EVERYTHING! Because of her, I have this precious little girl who calls me Mama.
Addison has adjusted to her new life extraordinarily well! She is a child out of the ashes. She is thriving, and my gosh she is tall! She is taller than me! She is only eleven years old and she is 5’9′ tall. I look up to her… literally! She and Peyton both are now attending a small private Christian school nearby, and we are so blessed to have her in our lives. We can’t wait until her adoption is final. We want her to have our last name. We want her to know that our love for her is unmeasurable. We want her to know that she is right where she belongs. We want her to know that she is family!
We are still waiting on our lawyer to call us with a court date. It could be any day now. I’m not really sure what the hold-up is, but we are trying to be patient and find joy while we are waiting. I am not very good at waiting on things that I want. I’m not even going to lie. But one day, hopefully very soon, we will be celebrating Addison becoming an official Robinette!