Gotcha Day

I know I am taking a break from blogging but what I am about to write about so moved me that I couldn’t wait to write about it until my blogging break is over.

I’ve shared before that one of the most unexpected aspects of going through infertility and then adopting two children has been that I have gained several very close, deep friendships with people that I basically met via this blog! I know that sounds strange but it’s happened and I am so thankful for their friendships and the common bond of infertility and adoption that we share.

Melissa, one of my dear “internet” friends, celebrated her son, Gideon’s 1st Anniversary of his “Gotcha Day” on November 25th.

She wrote a post on her blog that literally had tears streaming down my face. To read it, go here.

The point where I lost it was when she so intricately described the raw emotions of that day. Seeing her baby for the first time. The terror on his little face as he was stripped from everything and everyone he loved and was familiar with.

And then she told of Gideon’s nanny placing him in her arms for the very first time. Gideon was terrified. Melissa was terrified.

So what does Melissa do?

She starts singing Jesus Loves Me to Gideon.

I was going to try and recapture what Melissa wrote about those moments, but instead, with her permission, I am just going to quote exactly what she wrote on her blog because it is just so moving:

 

Then came the moment when she handed him to me and that was the most heartbreaking moment of all. He was terrified. I was terrified. Can you tell by the look on my face?

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So I did the only thing I knew to do and I held him close and sang Jesus Loves Me. I cried and told him I knew he was so afraid, but he was so brave and that I loved him. He had no idea what I was saying, but I believe that God’s presence was felt by him in those moments because within minutes his little head melted into me and he calmed down. He let me comfort him and for that I was so grateful.

 

Melissa arrived home with Gideon and so began his transition into America and into the hearts of his Mama and Baba. Things were certainly not smooth-sailing, but there was just something different about the way Gideon bonded with Melissa and Ryan almost seemingly instantly. I’d read and I am sure Melissa had read about children just like Gideon coming home and not bonding well or taking a long time to bond with their parents and this just wasn’t the case with Gideon. Let me say again: Their transition was NOT smooth-sailing. Melissa will tell anyone that this year has been the hardest of her life!!

I didn’t know about her singing Jesus Loves Me to Gideon until I read this post she wrote on Monday. As I read, with tears streaming down my face, it all made sense to me. In those moments, Melissa invited the Presence of God into her life, into her son’s life and into her family.

And that has made all the difference in the world. I am not saying that every adoptive family should hold their babies tight on “Gotcha Day” and sing Jesus Loves Me. I am not saying that at all.

I just want everyone to see the beauty of that terrifying moment for Melissa and Gideon. They were both scared out of their minds and Melissa turns to the Lord and invites him into the huge task set before her.

And He has never left her side during this past year and that is so evident by the way she parents Gideon.

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