When my husband and I were considering adoption, it was easy to be overcome with fear of the unknown. We already had two good kids who got high grades, who got along well with each other, and who were (at age 11 and 9) already potty trained.
“What are we doing?” I asked my husband while we were going to get fingerprinted to qualify for our Ethiopian adoption. “We have such a stable, good family. I don’t want to mess this up.”
“What kinds of families do you think should adopt?” he asked, with a smile. “The ones with struggling marriages and disobedient kids?”
Of course, he was right. It still took some time to calm my nerves as we thought about adding a new person to our family. However, I was comforted immensely when we met our daughter for the first time. What happened?
Well, when we went to orphanage, I handed her a doll.