Love Makes Families

Love Makes Families
A family of 7 due to the blessing of adoption!

Tuesday, March 19, 2013

Funded for trip one!!!

I am pleased to announce that we are now funded for trip one!!!
I am so thankful to be able to say that ALL our agency fees are paid!!
Now the only amount we have left to raise is the funds for our 2nd trip!!
I am so excited to be one HUGE step closer to our boys!!
I cannot wait to hold them in my arms next week without the worry of where these final funds will come from!!


Thank you all so much!!!

Monday, March 18, 2013

Early Easter

Well we asked the Easter Bunny to come early this year since mom will be out of the Country visiting our new brothers..... 
We had a blast coloring the eggs and it looks like the Easter bunny snuck in while mom was getting ready for bed..... I bet the girls will be excited in the morning.
Weekend visits have been arranged so I will actually be with Matthias during our Easter.


 Daddy insisted on coloring his boys' eggs blue.... He said he doesn't get to hold them, so he can at least color their eggs :)



















 These are some of my favorite eggs this year.... They say Miracle of Adoption, We <3 you, Matthias and Adam :) Next year they will be home to color eggs with us :)
Brittany made an egg that says I love you :) 

 Kaitlyn made one that says I love mom and dad love Kaitlyn



 For Adam
 For Matthias

Friday, March 15, 2013

Pregnancy vs Adoption

I have seen it on blogs before and heard it said before.....
When you are adopting, it is like being paper pregnant....
Honestly adoption is much harder in so many ways, but also so much more rewarding at the same time.

When you are pregnant you have emotions that are out of control, and you have crazy out of control emotions when you are adopting too....
Sadly the wide range of emotions is not a chemical thing, but rather a reaction to the knowledge that so many things stand between you and your child.

When you are pregnant you wait impatiently for your child to arrive while you plan and prepare for them to arrive. Buying clothes, a new bed, bedding, toys and stocking up on diapers.
While you are adopting you wait impatiently for your child to come home.... Selling everything you own to pay their way into this world. Proving to multiple governments that you are able to parent this child that God has meant to be yours!! 

While you are pregnant you feel their movements and know they are safely tucked inside you protected (if even for a short time) from the cruel world that awaits them. Planning on how you will protect them.
When you are adopting, there is nothing to remind you that your child is safe or even still alive. There is no daily reminder (like running to the bathroom 200 times) to let you know that your baby is there. They have been thrown into this World and at such young ages already know the sadness this life can bring. Many have already experience pain like many of us can never imagine. Experienced rejection that would make even the strongest man cringe. Experienced boredom, hunger, loneliness and so many other things that we do our best to protect our children from. Wishing we were there to protect them.

When the time comes for you child to be born, you will experience a temporary pain that will soon be forgotten as you look into your child's eyes. 
When you finally hold your adopted child in your arms, you would do anything to take the pain away from them...... To have the pain yourself to keep them from suffering.

Pregnancy is hard do not get me wrong, but it is nothing compared to adoption.
I would take the "inconveniences" of pregnancy (including the month of bed rest) and the pain of child birth any day over watching my child suffer. 
Adoption is an emotional ride that can never be explained, but one I feel blessed to have traveled.
In 10 days I will be holding my son for the very first time.
I have loved him and longed for him for 7 months already.
Then 5 days after holding him, I will have to leave him in the awful place he lives in.... promising to return as soon as they will let me to bring him home forever. Promising that he will not go to bed hungry once he is home.... Knowing that with each day that passes this sweet child that I will have held in my arms suffers from pain of not getting enough to eat.
His orphanage has gotten better, but it is a place much worse than our own prisoners go.
You see nobody in his Country wanted to work on Sundays, so they found a solution..... they would change all of the Children on Saturday night and lock them in this prison they are forced to call home with nobody to care for them for over 24 hours..... nobody to hear their cries. Luckily, this has stopped and they do get fed on Sundays, but not fed in the way you think. My son is nearly 6 years old and is still bottle fed. He gets 2 bottles per day (from what I have been told). A girl recently adopted from there at age 9 was fed 2 stage 1 jars of baby food per DAY...... what is that?? Less than 8 oz of food per day!!!!

This is a post another adopting mom wrote about the exact orphanage my son is in....

Caregivers walk into a room where an adorable small baby lies in a crib.  Someone has hung a mobile over his head and placed several toys about him.  He is a loved and wanted child and is here only temporarily.  His parents come to visit him regularly.  The caregivers cluster around the baby, cooing and fussing over him and stroking his cheek.
Caregivers walk through the room, not stopping to acknowledge any of the children with significant special needs who lie waiting in their cribs.  One caregiver leans casually against a crib, her back to the thin child lying behind her, no toys in sight.  One small girl hears the voices around her.  Over the sidebars, we see her tiny hand on her tiny contracted wrist rise slowly upward…reaching, hoping for a response…
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The strollers are crowded along either side of the corridor.  Each stroller is manned by a baba, and each one contains a small older child with obvious special needs.  There is no place to sit down, no place for an older woman to sit where she can interact face to face with a child in a stroller.  Squatting is too difficult a position for an older woman to maintain for long.  Each baba stands, silent and bored, leaning on her stroller where her assigned charge cannot see her face.  Even a baba I already know and love stands tired and unsmiling behind her stroller.  The children cannot strike up conversations or otherwise reach out for interaction.  So each child sits as silently as if he or she was alone.
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A playroom.  One adult is present–a baba who sits with her child at the far end.
In the middle of the room is another child in a walker.  She is motionless except for a hand in front of her eyes, fingers flapping, flapping, flapping, flapping.
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The baba sits like a stone statue in the baba room.  She’s in charge of a tiny child who lies motionless, body twisted, limbs contracted, on a mat near her baba’s chair.  We strike up a conversation with the baba.  She turns out to be a decent woman, not uncaring.  But still she sits there in her chair, as if there was no child lying on the mat nearby.  Does the child respond to a loving voice and touch?  Yes, she does.  But for an hour the baba sits there in her chair, offering no interaction, no loving voice, no touch to the tiny teenaged girl she is being paid to care for.
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A glance through a window as we pass down the hallway.
Two small girls in a plain, bare room.
It’s playtime.
No adults are present.
No toys are present.
One of the girls lies on her belly on the floor.  She is blind.  She cannot see the wheelchair in front of her, but her hand has reached out and found it. She lies on the floor and pushes the wheelchair back and forth.  Over and over again, back and forth.
The other girl, a miniature teenager, has been placed in a child sized chair.  She can only walk if she is holding on to something, so setting her on a chair in this way effectively immobilizes her.  She sits in the silent, empty room.  She sits.  And sits.  And sits.  And sits.
While a few feet away, the small blind girl pushes the wheelchair back and forth.  Back and forth.  Back and forth.  Back and forth.
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I look around the circular preschool-sized table, studying each beloved, familiar face.
“E, your email makes me wonder how many blog readers have an accurate picture in their heads of what Tommy’s “school” class is like when they read that post.  I put the word “school” in quotes for a reason.
About half of the children are constantly getting up and wandering from their seats, so the teacher’s biggest job is to keep them all sitting down. My therapist friend got the tiny teenage girl with Down syndrome to pay attention to a toy and reach out and touch it once after interacting with her for an hour.  Most of the children are easily over-stimulated and can’t process sensory input as most people do.  Only one child is verbal, and that child is by far the most developmentally advanced older child in the baby house, not yet at the developmental level of a child half her age.  The estimated cognitive ages of the children range from infant to maybe three years old.
It’s hard to communicate the reality to people who aren’t very familiar with older children who spent their lives having all their needs profoundly neglected without making the children sound freakish.  The starvation they suffered was also starving their brains of necessary nutrients.  There is hand flapping, tooth grinding, growling, random vocal noise, shrieks, toy-throwing, wandering, lip noises, nose blowing (no tissues), hitting the side of the head.  And none of them can help it. It was done to them. They are such pure, precious souls, E.”

I have seen it over and over again now.
It goes something like this…
They were seen as undesirable and thence never received the help they needed to thrive.
The mistreatment they received damaged them to the point that nearly all potential adoptive parents will now agree with the caregivers and see them as undesirable.
So they are still not receiving what they need in order to thrive.

Throughout the week, the conviction grows inside me that what I am seeing in the faces of these very delayed miniature older children is not an obscuring but a revealing.
Nearly everything that can be stripped away has been stripped away, until their essential personhood is revealed as it is.
No self-consciousness.
No image-consciousness.
No manipulative mind games.
No hidden agendas.
No misunderstandings.
No second-guessings.
No unrealistic expectations.
No critical, judging eyes; no prejudice or contempt.
No hate, no mockery, no desire to cause harm to others.
No falseness.
They are transparently themselves, transparently real.
And less stressful, and more restful, than any other group of people I can remember spending time with.
They are miracle children; none of them should even be alive.
And we think that children like these are the most disabled?
I disagree.
“Let the little children come to me,” Jesus said.  ”And do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these.”



This is why I fight so hard to bring 2 sweet angels home...... Many say why? I say why not? How can you know that these children are suffering and ignore it?!!?
Especially if you dare to call yourself a Christian.
Having a new car every year might be important to you. 
Having a fancy house might be important to you.
Saving lives of innocent children, God's children is what is important to ME!!

If you desire to help, you can make a tax deductible donation to us through Reeces Rainbow.
http://reecesrainbow.org/48978/sponsormitchell

Maybe I am not the family you feel led to help..... 
Click on the link below and search for a family who touches your heart.
Trust me we can all use the help!!
http://reecesrainbow.org/sponsor-a-family-2

I am taking a break from fundraising to spend the last few days before I travel with my 3 angels here. We are about $800 short of what we need for this trip including ALL agency fees, but I know God will provide.

Friday, March 8, 2013

12 days

As the day gets closer for me to travel to meet our sons for the first time, the stress and excitement clash together in this crazy mix of emotions.

I try my best to be honest with all that this adoption experience entails!

The panic is intense!!
The closer we get to having the funds we need... the harder they seem to get.

We are running out of things to sell.
I am running out of "extra" money to buy material and other things to auction off.

I am scared!!
But I trust!! 
God has this!!

Not to mention he has blessed me with AMAZING friends!!

$1700 that is our magic number to have what we need to pay our FINAL (as in last).
We currently have a $100 matching grant!!
When our FSP reads $8860 we will have it met!
Then we have an auction going on at https://www.facebook.com/EasterReecesRainbowAuction
We have almost $300 in bids!!!
Which takes us down to needing just $1300

65 people to donate $20 each
130 people to donate $10 each 
OR
260 people to donate $5 each!!!

If you can find it in your heart to help, I would be eternally grateful!

Tuesday, March 5, 2013

Traveling soon!!!

Today was the day I had been waiting for.....
It did not unfold like I thought, but I was excited all the same!!!!
I fly to my boys' Country in just 16 days
372 hours and 10 mins from now I should be starting my journey. 
In just 20 days I will hold my tiny little Adam in my arms for the first time after 7 long months of fighting for him.
In 25 days I will get to help Matthias walk across the floor and hopefully hold him in my arms and tell him that I love him.

It seems so close yet so far away!!!

So much to do and so little time!!!
Stay tuned for the $1500 in 15 days giveaway coming soon.....

Sunday, March 3, 2013

Waiting and Praying

As many of you know, we got the famous signature of the MOJ last Thursday.
This was the last thing we were waiting on before we could travel.
We hope and pray that we get travel dates TOMORROW!!!!!!
I am getting so excited to finally hold my boys in my arms.
Sweet Adam,
Am I prepared to hold your tiny body in my arms all week then walk away knowing that I have to leave you in that dreaded place for several more months while we wait on court. Your tiny 16 pound body at nearly 6 years of age makes me shudder. How can someone look at your adorable face and not care for you the way God intended. do not worry my son. Mommy is coming. Daddy is very sad. He has been crying. He has been dreaming of holding you for 7 months now. Sadly, he cannot come with me. We just do not have the money and daddy has to stay behind so we can make more money. He wants me to tell you that he loves you so much and that he is going to come and bring you home as soon as possible. Once you are home, you will never go hungry again. Mommy and daddy will make sure you have everything you need to live a happy and healthy life. See you soon sweet boy.
Love, Mom

P.S. I want you to know just how many people are praying for you. Sooo many people have donated money to bring you home forever.

Handsome Matthias, (Alvin on RR)
I cannot wait to see how much progress you have made since being transferred to a group home just a few months ago. Are you walking on your own now? Have you learned to say any words? Will you run to me or run from me? I do not know. I have only one picture and 1 page of info about you, but I know in my heart that you are my son. Daddy and I are excited to get you home. We are so thankful that you were sent to a group home and not an institution like most kids your age. I am sorry you spent another birthday alone, but we will make up for it when you have your birthday here. We will celebrate your birth and all the years we missed. Sorry it took us so long to find you, but it won't be long now. Daddy cannot come love on you in a few weeks, but mommy will be there. I hope you let me hug you. I hope you can feel love. I cannot wait to show you all the fun toys daddy and your sisters picked out for you to play with. I will be there soon sweet boy. I cannot wait to learn all about you.
Love, Mom

P.S. So many people here love you. I think there are enough people here that I bet you will be so spoiled when you get home. Mommy and Daddy get our chance first though :)

For those of you reading here are some pictures of the boys... Sadly I only have one picture of Matthias, but that should change soon!!!




Saturday, March 2, 2013

Kaitlyn's Baptism

Today my oldest daughter was baptized. We also had a family party to celebrate her birthday.
My best's friend's sister made this amazing dual cake :)
 A picture of my beautiful family!

 My friend, Michelle, Did Kaitlyn's hair.

 Sister love!!
 Daddy and daughter

 Brittany wanted to be right by her sister :)
 After her baptism in the dress silly grandma made :)
 Our family with Bro Richardson

 Just some of the kids.
 My sister's doughnut since she broke her tail bone this morning falling down the stairs...
She may be on Pain pills :P

 Troy, Veronica, Emily and Ian
 Aunt Veronica and Kaitlyn
 Peggy, Curtis, Kathyrn, Joshua and Alex
 Brittany and Kaitlyn with Peggy's family

 My mom and Dad :)

 The girls with Poppy and Grandma

 Beverly and Stacey
Poppy and some of the kids :)

 Silly Grandma and Grandpa
 With the lady of the hour


 Wet willy 
 Time for presents :) 








 This was an awesome gift!!! It was called a money box....
 She kept pulling and money kept coming!!!
 $25 worth!!!















 A book about baptism





We had a great time with lots of family and friends!!!