Advocate & Pray: Tristan

TristanTristan’s story and his big, bright smile caught my eye as I looked through the Adopt Us Kids listings. Tristan is 13 years old and is waiting for a family in the state of Missouri, where he is currently in the custody of the Children’s Division.

Tristan is listed with Adopt Us Kids
United States

Tristan was placed in foster care after being removed from the person his mother had left him with for a long period of time. The home he was residing in was very minimal in many aspects.  Tristan shows a great deal of anger and was difficult to handle. He was aggressive towards his siblings.

Tristan is in the sixth grade. He is doing very well with his grades and seems to be adjusting to school better this year. He plays the violin and is in the orchestra. Tristan also played basketball and is very athletic.”

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A Baby by Christmas (part 1)

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Me and Hannah

My friend Hannah and I met through a mutual involvement in the One Year Adventure Novel. Actually, to be technical, our characters met. But that’s another story for another time and you probably wouldn’t understand anyway. Anyway, somewhere along the line I learned that Hannah was adopted and that’s when we started talking. These days I regularly forget the fact that made us start talking to begin with, but I was thrilled when she sent me this article. Welcome to an open domestic adoption. And now let me introduce Hannah.

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On multiple occasions throughout the course of my life, I’ve been asked the question “What’s it like to be adopted?” My reply is always, “What is it like to not be adopted?”

Often, when people talk about adoption, it’s about international adoption. International adoption is beautiful and incredibly important, but some of us adoptees had much more humble beginnings. We are “domestic.” There is a huge need for international adoptees to find their forever families, but, at the same time, the need for domestic adoptive families is also massive.

Older children, younger children. Infants. Some through the state, others through private agencies, there are many of us. We’re “given up” for many reasons—finances, we were unexpected, drug or alcohol addicted parents, the list goes on.

I am from an entire family of adoptee children. We’re all domestically adopted, and this is my part of the story.*

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My parents were married twenty-five years ago. They wanted children, but struggled with infertility issues and couldn’t get pregnant. So they turned to adoption. Two fell through, breaking their hearts. It hurt my mother so badly. She couldn’t imagine going through another Christmas, another Mother’s Day, another birthday, without having a baby of her own. They’d been married almost five years when finally, one Sunday, my parents went to the altar and prayed. What was the prayer? A baby by Christmas (come to find out later, the week they prayed was the week the first handful of cells that formed me, came into existence).

Not too long after, my mom’s cousin said she knew of a young pregnant woman who already had a toddler, and couldn’t support two children, so she was looking for an adoptive family for this new baby. Things started falling into place. A homestudy, paperwork, letter to the birthmother, et cetera.

The young woman, Kara, picked my parents as the adoptive family. They met in December, a month before I was born, in a hotel lobby. Kara was so tiny she didn’t even look pregnant. My parents were excited, even though I wouldn’t arrive until January. The three of them cried together in that hotel.

God surprised everyone and I was born in December, a week before Christmas. Mom got her Christmas baby after all, and there were more tears in the hospital when I was taken home. During my hospital stay, Kara tried to leave me in the nursery, so she wouldn’t get overly attatched…that failed. She ended up holding me the entire time before my parents arrived, and my birth grandmother crocheted me a blanket while sitting with Kara.

The years passed. I grew up knowing I was adopted, and not thinking it strange. It was just the way things were. It’s never bothered me even though I have often been curious—Mom and Dad have always been open about it, adding more details as I became mature enough to understand them, and letting me know that if I wanted to meet her, someday I hopefully could.

Three years ago, the cousin that knew my birthmom said a mutual acquaintance of hers and Kara’s had messaged her on Facebook, saying something about how he’d recently seen Kara and wondered how Hannah was doing.

That threw us all for a bit of a loop: he remembered me? That meant Kara must talk about me. Either that or he had a good memory.

Was this a Segway for me to meet Kara? Did I want to meet her? We decided it might be. And I decided I really did want to meet her. So we asked my cousin to write the mutual acquaintance and find out if my birthmother might be interested in meeting.

She was, and so was my birth sister, Kristy, who is two years my senior. We got into contact and set up a dinner-date at Don Pablo’s (nothing like Mexican food for nervous stomachs, right?).

Mom was a ball of spazzing, nervous energy. I stayed calm until right before it was time to leave for the restaurant. Then I freaked out, but knew I wanted to meet them badly enough that I wouldn’t allow myself to talk me out of going.

The drive was nerve-wracking.

And you’ll just have to come back tomorrow for the rest of it. 🙂

*Names changed to protect privacy

Min Kyo (a poem)

Photo Credit: Jean Kim

Photo Credit: Jean Kim

Laugh you little baby,
As you crawl on the floor.
Hoping for the maybe,
A family to adore.

Keep waiting for the kiss,
Of those who always will,
Know what is amiss,
Or why you’re laughing still.

God who sees the sparrow,
Is surely watching you,
Guides down pathway narrow,
Someone to love you true.

Laugh again sweet baby,
Your father up above,
Knows each little maybe,
The path to family’s love.

(copyright 2013 by Leah E. Good)

Min Kyo-a poem

This poem was written in honor of the current Advocate & Pray child, Min Kyo. (Read about Min Kyo here.) To my surprise, shortly after posting about this precious little girl, a young woman I know contacted me to say that her family is inquiring after Min Kyo. She asked for prayer that, “if the Lord wills, he will break down any walls keeping her from her family.” Please pray for Min Kyo and this family who loves her.

You can join the prayer chain for Min Kyo by signing up to pray for a 15 minute slot each day for the next week. And, please, don’t stop praying after the prayer chain “expires.”

Please feel free to share this poem on your own blog, e-zine, etc. I just ask that you keep the copyright written below the poem and that you include a link either to this post or to Advocate & Pray: Min Kyo. It would also be wonderful if you could share a link to where you shared it in the comments section. Thank you!

Advocate & Pray: Min Kyo

photo credit: Jean Kim

One of the amazing things about being a Christian, and more specifically, a homeschooled Christian, is the sense of community. When I was creating this website, I asked my friend Marli Renee for her opinion on it. I knew her family had adopted and that she also has a heart for orphans. As we did some brainstorming together, she mentioned a baby girl that has been heavy on her heart, little Min Kyo. Please join Marli in praying for this little girl in LA.

Min Kyo is listed with Heart Gallery LA
USA

What a little cutie! Her name is Min Kyo and she is waiting for a family of her own. Min Kyo is of Korean descent and is a precious little girl who loves to cuddle and snuggle. Min Kyo was born in July of 2012 and needs a family that will nurture her and give her an opportunity to grow and thrive. When you speak to her, she will pay attention and start to laugh and smile. Overall, Min Kyo is a happy and calm baby who is easily soothed. Min Kyo was born with a diagnosis of Microcephaly and Seizure disorder. She is legally blind and has possible hearing loss. She continues to struggle with her seizure disorder and the doctor has been working on getting the appropriate dosage to help control it.

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