This is our story.
Our story starts with just the two of us. We, like many couples, told each other and everyone else in the beginning we didn’t want children. Our internal clocks were ticking, day by day, year by year. We were already complete but there was something missing.
We didn’t really have a deep desire for children until we lost our first. That made the desire so much stronger and the journey much longer. We saw others with children. The thought of being old and being alone kept creeping in. We tried, to no avail.
Dr’s appointment after Dr’s appointment, it was draining. The research and reading didn’t make things any better. This was a serious problem with no real solution. We put it in God’s hands.
At some point we were introduced to “the system”. A World we knew nothing about and had never been a part of before now. We had been so sheltered as children and as adults. This World was something you couldn’t imagine in your wildest dreams.
At first the thought was to just help, we were not ready to make long term decisions. We wanted to help when their was a need, but only temporary. Looking back, I think we still had hope.
There were a few folks that made us look at things a little differently, we decided we were ready....to wait, and wait, and wait some more. There was a lot of emotions during our waiting period.
Were we doing the right thing? Was this supposed to be this hard? Why us? And, the hope.
One day we received “the call”. There was a very shy blond hair little boy waiting for us when we got home. He was about 15 months old and scared. He was in a brand new environment with brand new people and this was the second time in his short life that this had happened to him. There was some uncertainty about what might happen but a good chance that we would be his parents one day. There were so many more emotions.
Let’s fast forward to today.
That little boy is the sweetest most outgoing boy you will ever meet. He literally brings a smile to everyone’s face wherever he goes. He is all boy. Cars, trucks, boats, balls, and anything outside. He wakes up and brings a golf club to our bed in the morning, he is so darn cute. He is “My Cute Kid”. His Daddy has to watch what he says and does because he mimics everything. His mommy hears the words “mommy” at least 245 times a day.
And us, we still want to give back. We want to help others just like him that might not have a chance if someone didn’t give them one. We want to give to the organization that gave so much to us. We want there to be a change in “the hope”. Hope is not bad, but the children’s hope is far more concerning than ours. They hope for a meal, they hope for someone to love them, they hope for someone to listen to them, they hope for success in life. Our hope was to fill a somewhat selfish desire, their hope is to survive and life a normal life. - That is why, My Cute Kid.