Hi everyone. Hope your week has been great so far
A lady approached me some weeks ago in church. She had been praying and had found some money(6 pence to be precise) on the floor which she placed beside me as she walked past. She came back minutes later saying that God had just ministered to her regarding the money ; that the 6 pence though might seem small, would be like a first fruit to a bigger blessing in my life. She then asked if there was anything l was waiting on God for . After telling her, it turned out that she had a similar issue years back and she had actually started an adoption process before she became pregnant. She held my hand and prayed for me. At that moment, l knew God had not forgotten me. This lady is in her late 50s and is expecting her grandchild any minute.She encouraged me not to give up because she was in my shoes and knows how hard it can be. She gave me her own survival tip; pray that God should direct me to my own child, whether it’s from me or someone else. She also said she wouldn’t want to give me false hope as God didn’t show her when my blessing would arrive or even if it is what l really want so badly. However, the fact remains that God hasn’t forgotten me and He sent someone who had been in my shoes to deliver the message.
Coming from an African background and being a Nigerian to be precise, adoption is not looked upon favourably in my culture. This is ironic because the many Nigerian families l grew up with had several extended family members living in their households. A good example is yours truly. I grew up with about 4 cousins along with my siblings! We shared everything together and my parents raised them with the same privileges and advantages that they gave us. However, one could argue that we are still related by blood which differs from adoption. Most Nigerians are not welcome to the idea of taking in a child that is not related by blood or biologically their’s. It’s like a social stigma that is associated with infertility. Personally, l would love to pass on my own genes and have my own child. I’ve often been told that l’m the spitting image of my mother and that is why l’m the apple of my Dad’s eye. My mum, siblings and even my husband believe this is true and even though we do fight sometimes, l have always felt close to my Dad and l can tell him anything. Would l feel the same if l was not biologically his or vice versa? What if l adopt and l get pregnant with my own child; would l treat my adopted child differently? If my adopted child turns out to be a handful, would l have the same patience and love to deal with him/her as l would towards my biological children? Would my parents and my inlaws treat our adopted children differently to the way they treat their biological grandchildren? What if after growing up, our adopted children decide to find their biological parents? Would l be considered a “real mother”? After all, l didn’t carry the child in my womb for 9 months and go through hours of labour to give birth. These questions and more are worth pondering over. However, what does God say about adoption?
More on adoption later. Thanks for reading.