What some people may not know is that I am an adoptive parent. My son is now 22-years-old and it hasn’t always been a bed of roses but I wouldn’t change my decision for the world.
And since November is National Adoption Month, the question is, have you considered it?
Bethany Christian Services is a global nonprofit organization that brings and keeps families together. Currently, Bethany is seeking families for children who are waiting for their forever family. These children come from different countries, speak different languages, and have different needs and stories, yet they all have one thing in common…the desire to be a part of a loving family!
Here are some facts to consider:
Bethany offers domestic, foster care and international adoption services in addition to providing pregnancy support and other essential services surrounding child welfare.
According to the Adoption and Foster Care Analysis and Reporting System, over 100,000 children in the U.S. are waiting to be adopted, approximately 23% of those children are of African-American ethnicity.
The concept of adoption in the African-American community has been present for a number of years, particularly with familial adoption (where a family member takes in a relative’s child for various reasons).
BCS of Madison Heights recently opened an office in Detroit inside Fellowship Chapel specifically to recruit more Foster care families.
Every child needs love and a place they can call home. God, at the center of it all, helps us connect with Christian families who are open and prepared to answer the call to comfort and care for ‘the least of these.
For more information on how you can help serve the children and families in your community, visit Bethany.org.
I’m new to blogging but not new to writing. I’ve shared my wit and wisdom in various ways but today I’ve decided to let my hair down – pretty funny because it’s barely an inch long – for a change.
I’ve been a single parent for 16-years. I adopted my son shortly before his 1st birthday and this ride has been wild and crazy. I don’t know why I decided to adopt. Maybe because my dad is an adopted child, my mom sheltered many wayward family in her day too. Perhaps I adopted because I wanted to pay the price for not finding the right guy to marry and have children with. I also had so many issues with fibroids and PMS that I was afraid I’d never have children anyway. I was right with that one and gave in and had a hysterectomy two years ago.
Then it could be because I really, really wanted to love a child. Yes, that’s it…I really wanted a family of my own, plus I’m just a tad bit crazy.
In the coming weeks and months, I’ll let you know what I’ve gone through with this child whom I love dearly. Manchild was born addicted to crack. He was diagnosed early with ADHD and recently has been dealing with depression and anger.
Through countless therapists, psychiatrists, medication, prayer and tears I’m feeling stuck because at 17, Manchild believes he can help himself now. But I see him diving head first into deep undercurrents. What will I do next?