I just got this news today. On Friday, Judy Elkins and Sherry from PLAN met with the Deputy Minister of Health regarding the status of adoptions in Liberia. He said that they will announce the changes in 2 weeks, but that they will be small. Praise God!
Love, Dawn
Helpmeet to Aaron
Joyful Mommy to 10
6 at home: Thomas (10), Naomi Ruth (9), Rebekah (7), Hannah (5), Miriam (3), Susanna (2), and Baby (due 10/08)
and 3 in Liberia, coming home March 11th!!!!: Stephen (10), Sarah (9), and Samuel (4)
So perhaps in two weeks, our dossier will enter the "pipe" in Liberia rather than sit on a stack of file folders somewhere!

On Thursday, February 14th, Cece Kofi flew to Liberia with our life-changing documents in her possession.
Last week I told my headmaster that we were adopting two children from Africa. I quickly assured her that, even though I was adding to my family, I still loved my job and wanted to keep it! From that point, the news spread like wildfire on my campus. I told as many teachers as I could, hoping they would hear from me and not from the watercooler gossip. I noticed something interesting about their responses. They fell into one of two camps. First were the folks who were obviously excited for me and wanted to know all the details: "how did you hear about them?" "what are their names?" "when will you get them?" and the ever-popular "how much does it cost?" Then there's the other camp. I call this the "Cricket Camp" because when I sat down with a bunch of teachers at lunch and told them I was adopting two kids from Africa, all I could hear were crickets. Their faces must have instantly filled with Botox, because not one muscle moved. I could actually read the Thought Bubble over their heads: I-can't-act-as-shocked-as-I-feel-but-that's-the-craziest-thing-I've-ever-heard! Then a fake smile came over each face and they nodded their heads saying, "That's great." Then they quickly changed the subject! "How about those Patriots!"
I even had one teacher seem extremely happy for me, gushing as she backed out of my room and at the door, she stopped and said to me, "THANK YOU." Thank you? That's an odd response, don't you think? She meant, "thank you for adopting African children..." For some, my adoption makes them feel guilty, as if I am telling them THEY should be doing something to help the starving children in Africa. Then their obvious guilt makes me feel bad! Aaaarrrrgggghhhhhh!
On Monday, January 21st, our social worker came for our home visit. Since it was Martin Luther King, Jr. Day, both our girls had the day off from school. So when Ms. Nathanson arrived, the girls showed her around the house... Christy said, "This is Dad's office, but it will be Sayfou's room." "Christy and I are going to switch rooms and I get to sleep with Maddie, " said Abbey, smiling. Ms. Nathanson took some basic notes, like "open living room", "walls painted in a neutral color." Then she sat down on the couch with Christy and Abbey and I sat in a nearby chair.
She asked them good questions, like "What do you think about this upcoming adoption?" Abbey said, "I think it's a good thing to adopt Sayfou and Maddie. I want them to be my brother and sister."
"How do you think you'll be toward them?"
Christy: I'll be sisterly, just like I am with Abbey.
"What is 'sisterly'?"
Christy: You know, I'll look out for them and be nice to them.
My eyebrows raised, but I didn't say anything.
"These kids have different color skin. What have you thought about that?"
Christy: It doesn't matter.
Abbey: If we go into a restaurant and people are staring at us, we can just pretend we're famous.
"We all have ideas/fantasies about what life will be like when these kids come. What if it's not all great? Abbey, what if Maddie snores? Christy, what if Sayfou doesn't want to play with you but just wants to hang out by himself?"
Christy: I'll give him space until he's ready to play.
"What if he never gets ready?"
Christy: (silence)
Abbey: It's okay if Maddie snores.
"What if she takes your toys and wants to keep them for her own?"
Abbey: (silence)
So I think our social worker gave the girls some good things to think about. We talk every night as a family about all the different scenarios that could occur once these children come home. But Ms. Nathanson even expanded their vision. She was wonderful with the girls. When she left, Abbey gave her a hug. Then Abbey told me later, "She really liked my dimples. I want her to be my third grandma, because she's so nice."
The next day, Dave and I met at Nathanson Adoption Services' office to wrap up our portion of the home study. She asked very specific questions, like, "What do you know about child development?" Dave said, "Well, I've taught 'Child Development' at four universities." Her eyes got wide as she wrote this down. Then she asked about how we parented, had we discussed possible attachment issues, and what resources we used as parents. To that last question, I answered, "Well, there's this great book out there called 'Parenting the Millenial Generation' by a guy named Dave Verhaagen..." Her eyebrows shot up and she asked, "You wrote a book? On parenting?" She could not believe it. Then she said, "Can I just tell you? Your children are delicious... so well-spoken, well-mannered. You guys I'm kinda worried about," she said facetiously, "but your girls just might tip the scale in your favor!"
Bottom line: I think we passed the home study with flying colors!
| On Sunday, January 21, 1996, Dave and I had the rare privilege of being in the delivery room while another woman labored for our child. Jennifer, having just turned 18, had independently made an adoption plan with us four months previous. We had followed her pregnancy... um, expectantly! We got the call just after church that Jennifer had indeed gone into labor and was at the hospital with her mother. So we hopped in the car and drove uptown, knowing that our life was about to forever be changed. And sure enough, after helping Jennifer "PUSH! PUSH!", out popped a perfect baby girl with porcelain skin and rosebud lips. Even the nurses commented, "She's beautiful!" and through tears I said, "You HAVE to say that... you are delivery room nurses!!" to which they responded, "No. Sometimes we just say, 'It's a girl!'" Jennifer, an amazingly brave person, kissed her newly swaddled infant and then turned to me, held out the little bundle, and said, "Here's your daughter." Unbelievable. Two days later, we exited the hospital: Jennifer with baby Christy on her lap, Jennifer's mom, and me. Dave was home with a gaggle of folks waiting to meet our daughter for the first time—grandparents, pastors, and neighbors. Mark Hoffman, a pastor at our church, had come to the hospital to help me. He showed me how to secure the baby in the carseat and the carseat in the car! Then we all caravanned to our house, with Donna and Jennifer following. Once we made introductions all around, we had an informal "releasing" ceremony. Our senior pastor, Jimmy Kallam, prayed for us all. Then Dave and I spoke to Jennifer, thanking her for her gift. Jennifer spoke to us, thanking us for inviting her into our lives. Then we took sleeping Christy up to her new crib. I laid her down and quietly walked away, leaving Jennifer alone with her child one last time. After a few minutes, Jennifer exited the nursery with tears streaming and symbolically closed the door behind her. We have had an amazing journey with Jennifer, now a 30-year-old woman. We still get together with her and her mom on an annual basis, and now Christy is at the age where Jennifer can take her out to a restaurant to celebrate and spend time together, usually sometime around January 21st. Most people unfamiliar with open adoptions get a little freaked out when they hear this. But each time we interact with Jennifer, we each speak to the fact that the right decision was made twelve years ago. | |||
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| Once when Christy was about five or six, I asked her if she knew who Jennifer was. She said, "Yep, she's my birthmom." Then she paused for a minute, looked me straight in the eye, and said, "But you're my REAL mom!" Happy Birthday, my REAL daughter, Christina Leann Verhaagen! |