They say that one thing that's especially hard for adoptive children and adoptive families is dealing with a life full of missing pieces. I thought about that when I looked through Juan David's memory book that the orphanage gave him. A handful of pictures from his childhood, and that's it. Fifteen years old and he walked away with a small backpack, the clothes he had on that day, and a little memory book. Everything else stayed behind. I'm thankful for the pictures we have from when he came to the States. I'm thankful for the pictures that I've gathered from Julian over the last three years. Yet so many years remain missing.
Yesterday I took a walk with our friend who knew the three of them since they were little. Julian specifically asked me not to take Juan David down a certain street close to where he lives, so I left Mike and the boys playing on the soccer field while I took a walk with her to get ice cream. Before I knew it, she started pointing out several of the places where they had lived. She told me how and where she met them and explained the kind of childhood they lived.
She filled in so many missing pieces, stuff that I'll never find accounted for in the paperwork they gave us. Stuff that doesn't even exist in their files. She's also pretty sure she has a bunch of pictures stored away somewhere that she promised she will try to dig out for me. I'm so thankful for her and for the God-ordained connection that I have with her. I also thank God for giving her the opportunity to be reconnected with both of the boys, now many years later.
- I am a wife, daughter, mother, bilingual teacher, poet, author, women's Bible study teacher, world traveler, orphan advocate, and an adoptive mother. Our adoption journey has been filled with a lot of hurt and loss, along with even more hope, grace, and healing. Through it we have experienced more of God than we ever bargained for and have watched Him miraculously redeem our story when we surrendered all the broken pieces to Him.