Adoption is one of the bedrocks of the pro-life position, where philosophy and political beliefs meet real life. Instead of arguing about the moral ramifications of “the morning after pill,” adoptive parents are up all night rocking their little one suffering from a head cold. Instead of picketing, adoptive parents might be at their kid’s school program. Instead of delving into the nuances of all the GOP candidates’ various pro-life positions, they might be trying to teach their child how to tie shoes.
Adoption is a wonderful, lovely, intimate experience. It’s also hard. That’s why, as pro-life advocates, we ought to celebrate people such as Ron and Andrea Ferrell, who have adopted two children from Russia. Andrea writes beautifully about her experiences here:
My third child, a son, has a diagnosis looming in his future.
We carried him out of a Russian orphanage nine months ago. He just turned two and is delayed. We have been immersed in the strange underworld of therapy. Physical therapy, occupational therapy, developmental therapy, speech therapy – It’s a creative world where everyone has ideas, many disagree, no one has answers. Lots of trial. Lots of error. It’s a grand experiment. Everyone keeps telling me early intervention is key. So, we work. My little man works hard. Most days I don’t want to be his therapist; I want to be Mama.
Therapists tiptoe around me, afraid to use words like “diagnosis” and “neurological.” I ask for candor. I gently remind them we signed up for this. This son is the biological sibling to my first son (adopted six years ago). We adopted him knowing the birth-mother’s history. Yes, it’s ugly. It’s as ugly as it gets. Those diseases you fear? She’s got them. Those behaviors on the no-no list for pregnant mothers? She’s done them all. No, it doesn’t scare me. I’m on my third kid. I’ve been six months pregnant in the middle of Siberia. I’ve seen Nelson in concert. It’s gonna take a lot more than this to scare me.
Read it all here, say a prayer for their little one, and perhaps put that parental fear you’re feeling in the right perspective.