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It happened seven years ago today.
The boy with the soft-deep black-brown eyes that had stopped our hearts in our chest the Christmas Eve before walked through the curtains of a civil affairs office in Guangzhou, China … and transformed not just our hearts but our LIVES.
We called him “Superman.” But there’s absolutely no way we really understood then just how SUPER this boy would really be.
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If we’re just being gut-level honest, it was, at first, all about US.
Adoption became a conversation in our home in 2011 not because of the 132 million vulnerable and voiceless children and orphans around the world in need of forever families, but because of the two people living in Kentucky at the time who wanted to grow theirs.
We fell in love with a superhero on RainbowKids whose “needs” suddenly didn’t matter when our God joined our hearts with his, and by Christmas 2013, we were holding the boy we called Superman tightly in completely humbled and overwhelmed arms.
We were madly, deeply, crazy in love with this 2-year-old superhero who had unexpectedly turned our worlds upside down. And we began shouting from the rooftops this lesson we had learned through running toward a boy our first adoption conversations would have initially caused us to run from.
That special needs are just superpowers in disguise.
And that THIS life, this path, this journey holding the hands of a once-orphan who was overlooked by the world but was never overlooked by our loving God, was a far richer road than we could have ever imagined.
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Last month, my precious lifelong friend Kellie Bieser traveled to China to make the host child she photographed in our home last January her son. This is her honest response to that complicated, frequently-asked question: How are you?
Guest post by Kellie Bieser
If you are one of the brave, patient souls who has already asked me this question, you know that the response is not a 5-second, “We are good!” And this is because a.) If you asked me this, it means you likely saw us get out of the car like circus clowns with our herd of children, wheelchair, baseball bags, snacks, activities, et cetera. And b.) I am an honest person and to just say, “We are good!” would be minimizing all of the other things we are experiencing right now.
But really, we ARE good. We asked for this version of our family and we got it. And on a deep soul level, I know that this is right and that this is where we belong. All five of my kids are handling this major life transition with honesty and beauty that I cannot begin to fathom.
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