Adoption holds a dear place in my heart because I wasn’t raised by my biological parents and everything I have read about infant and early childhood development emphasizes the importance of stable loving relationships. A stable, nurturing and responsive care-giving relationship should be every child’s birth-right. No child should ever experience loneliness, neglect, and abuse. I wish I could provide a home for every child crying and longing for a family.
While I am unable to adopt at the moment, my hope is that this post will encourage at least one person/family to adopt a child or become a foster parent. The opportunities adoption presents to the one who is adopted can be transformative. My life is a living proof and I intend to pass it on in the nearest future.
My grandfather became my father when I was three years old. He was the only father I ever knew. About 12 years later, one of my aunts (actually my dad’s step sister) became my mother. That was very rare in the Nigerian society. I became a Christian once I started living with my grandfather. If he had not chosen to become responsible for me, I would perhaps be a Muslim girl married to I don’t know who. My late mother was a devout Muslim.
My aunt fought to legally adopt me. Her goal was to provide a better life for me in the United States but all efforts proved abortive. There were laws restricting adoption age and trafficking of teenage Nigerian girls flooded the media, it was a major concern for the government. After five failed attempts to get me out of Nigeria, God miraculously made a way (testimony may be told in future). I was granted a U.S. student visa and subsequent doors were opened. I joined the U.S. Army five years after living as an international student in the U.S., doors and opportunities have not stopped opening.
Things were not always rosy when I joined my aunt’s family. I struggled to fit in and my cousins turned siblings occasionally had trouble adjusting. We all had our issues but we learned to loved one another. We prayed together and had fun.
I hope I did a good job telling you this personal story. Telling very personal stories is not easy for me. However, I do not mind leaving my comfort zone if it will connect one child to a loving Christian parent or family.
Based on my story, you can see that the process of adoption can be tedious but it is worth it. My life would have been different if my grandfather and aunt did not give me the gift of opportunity. That is what children in institutions need, an opportunity to be a child, have a family, to be loved and have somewhere they too can call home. There will be difficulties but if God leads you to it, He will see you through it. You can make a difference. You can heal that child’s broken heart with your natural gift of humanity and supernatural gift of Christ in you.
Please pray about adopting or fostering a child. Join me in praying for children in institutions, that the hearts of God’s people will be moved to visit and provide homes for them.
God adopted us into his family. How does it feel? It feels great and the experience is amazing. Let us pass it on!