We had it all planned out. We told Angels that we would be ready to take another baby after the new year. Maddie would be two and could handle a younger sibling in the house. We would go on our trip to Cancún, quietly celebrate Christmas, ring in 2011, and prepare our household for the big transition to Family of Five.
Obviously, the Lord had a different idea.
Sure, we had casually mentioned to our caseworker that–should they ever have any– we would be interested in taking twin babies. But they never get twins in the foster system. In the 5 years Angels has been in existence, they have only placed one set of twins. It seemed a long shot to even ask to be considered.
Again, a different plan was in store.
Why would we even think about twins, you may ask. We’re not getting any younger, and the fact that we wanted four children, and the foster-to-adoption process takes so bloody long from start to finish, we decided if the opportunity ever arose we’d be foolish not to seize it. Besides, it was never going to happen.
Someday, maybe I’ll learn.
Instead, we received a phone call five days before we left for Mexico asking if we would be willing to take not one baby, but two little 2.5-month-old boys. We had to decide that day since they needed to leave the group foster home they had been living in for two weeks. We had to get all the baby gear ready, collecting as many items in a day that we could, and adjust to the new baby routine (complete with waking multiple times in the middle of the night), while simultaneously packing for our trip. And we couldn’t take them with us since it was out of the country, so we had to leave them for an entire week with people we barely knew (though we’ve come to find are an amazing family). Then we came home to a house in chaos and had to finish preparing for Christmas. Our present shopping was mostly done but the cupboards were bare and we needed some sort of a holiday dinner but finding time or the means to get to the store was nearly impossible.
We were sleep deprived, half-crazed, running completely on empty as we attempted to hammer out the mechanics of life as a family of six. The lunacy of the situation was settling in but we didn’t have time or energy to dwell on it. The timing of our family expansion plus the rate of growth could only be viewed as poorly planned.
And yet it wasn’t.
Despite all of the reasons why this experience must be timed all wrong, I know it’s not. Yes, it’s been a rough adjustment. But these boys are meant to be in our family. There is no question in our minds.
We prayed to know if we should welcome them to our family and the peaceful answer we received allowed us to go forward with this new plan with confidence. Giving up our own designs didn’t seem so difficult after that.
Our family grows a different way than most others but we’re OK with that. When we look at these two beautiful, sweet boys we realize that our children come to us just when they need to. All we have to do is be willing to act when the moment comes.
(Note: It absolutely kills me that I have to cover their adorable faces in this picture. Email me if you want to see the real thing!)