• He Matters, She Matters

    By Joanne Ferguson


    The moment I saw his face with his jet black hair sticking up like a little mohawk I was instantly in love. We received a card that said, “It’s a boy!” with his picture and I was so excited I could literally feel my heart explode with the kind love I had never before experienced. He had Mongolian spots on his arms which they explained would go away over time but I didn’t care about any of that - the moment I saw that card William was instantly my son.


    It had been 7 years of trying everything we could to get pregnant. It had been our entire marriage and I was exhausted. I can only describe that process as a nightmare. When it had become obvious we couldn’t conceive we explored ways the doctors could assist us, then we tried to adopt domestically and they lost our file, then we were told we weren’t “experienced” enough to be parents. What?! We wanted to have a family. We had love and resources to give and there were children that just wanted to be loved by parents...I couldn’t understand what the problem was or why this was so complicated.


    We went to an adoption event in Toronto that felt like a science fair of children. There were booths with images of children and their names and birthdays written underneath. My heart broke. To this day I still remember their faces and names. We tried to adopt one of those kids but another couple were chosen. Then we found out about a pregnant teen in Ontario that wanted to place her child for adoption. Finally this would be our child. Everything was set for us to become the parents of this little one but then after giving birth the mother decided to keep her baby. I was happy for her and this child - proud of her courage to embark on the journey of parenthood but again my heart broke. Was it simply not God’s will for us to have a child? I felt the brokenheartedness of Hannah when she wept before the Lord.


    I was done with that roller coaster. I said to my husband, “that’s it, we’re going international!” Cue the end of anguish and the beginning of tears of joy. Before we knew it, we got that card with William’s face and were on our way to Seoul, Korea. That was longest plane ride I’ve ever experienced - not just because of the distance but because of the anticipation of meeting my son for the first time. We arrived and went straight to his foster Mom’s home to pick him up. The agency likes you to visit around Korea before receiving your child but we couldn’t wait. I’ll never forget that moment as we were walking down the hallway with William’s foster Mom carrying him but his little fingers tightly holding my finger.


    When we finally left with William in my arms and stepped into the elevator, we noticed 4 or 5 pregnant girls in the elevator. It was surreal to think that each of these girls was just like William’s Mom. My heart was overwhelmed with gratitude for the choice she had made.


    I remember stepping out of the elevator with our son and thinking, okay now what? It was crazy to think this was finally happening. That night William was crying and had colic all night. As new parents we were frantically Googling what to do and Kevin went to Walmart (yes, Walmart in Korea too!) to pick up some items to help. The whole night seemed like a crazy whirlwind but then something switched. The next night he slept perfectly with his arms thrown back (just like Kevin) and sleeping peacefully.


    We spent the next couple of days walking around Seoul with our son. It was obvious to everyone around us that we had just adopted him and everyone was so kind. Many would stop and show us special ways to massage his arms to help the spots go away and teach us Korean style cooing noises that would be familiar to him.


    William was my gift, he was perfectly timed, my “pure joy” baby. His life matters.


    Every birthday he celebrates is bittersweet for me. I am thankful for my son’s life and forever grateful to his mother who boldly chose life but I still think of her and how she sacrificed the pleasure of  knowing William so that he could thrive. William still has lots of questions about where he comes from. We answer them. He has 3 Moms - his birth Mum who loved him enough to give him up, his foster Mom who stepped in to love him during transition and me, his adoptive Mom who loves him everyday as her own.


    Fast forward 6 months and I’m pregnant... Yes, God has a sense of humour! Sydney came into our lives the way one usually expects to start a family. I don’t know if my body just needed to let go or if the purpose of this whole process was for me to evolve and prepare in some way but I was grateful and she was my “miracle” baby. Her life matters. She’s added a joy and dynamic to our family that is irreplaceable.


    William and Sydney are both equally my children. They may have been brought to us in different ways but they are both ours. I’ve actually been asked, Do you feel differently about one than the other? The truth is no, I don’t. Sometimes I even forget that he looks different because I don’t see his race, I only see my son. William used to ask, Why do my eyes look different or Sydney would be asked by kids at school, Is that really your brother? YEAH he is! Sydney is always quick to defend the fact that William is obviously her brother. We still participate regularly in Korean culture, which helps William connect to his culture of origin and has introduced us to a whole new world of experiences. It’s fascinating to see how he treasures the little things that tie him to Korean culture and the friends he’s made along the way.


    In some ways I think we were destined to adopt. Roll back to when I was 19, sitting on a couch in Vancouver with my older sister who suddenly decided to tell me she had a child. WHAT?! She had been 16 at the time and I was only 6 so I had no memory of this event. My sister had gotten pregnant and due to a number of situations it was not possible for my sister or parents to raise her so she was born and placed for adoption. From the moment I found out about this niece of mine I couldn’t let go of her in my mind. I constantly thought about her and wondered what she was doing.


    Ten years later we got to meet her, Meredith, my sister’s first child. She looked so much like my sister it was startling. We immediately connected since, afterall, we were only 6 years apart and happened to work in the same industry. Life had turned out well for her. Her adoptive parents were wonderful and loved her. Meredith climbs mountains and has a joy and inspiration that spills over into the lives of others. Her life matters. It has been such a gift to know Meredith and walk through many aspects of life since we first met. I’ve consoled her through the death of her adoptive Mom, I’ve rejoiced with her at her wedding and had the great pleasure to be called her Aunt.


    It is so incredible to experience adoption from all sides. I know Meredith’s parents are so grateful to my sister for placing Meredith into their arms and for the opportunity to have her in their life. It is the same gratitude I feel toward William’s mother everyday. I believe both my sister and William’s Mom loved their children in the greatest most sacrificial way possible. They chose life and released them to someone who could care for them. The timing may not always be right for a birth Mom but it IS the right timing for this little tiny human to be born.


    If there was one message I could tell all the women in unplanned pregnancies it would be that the way someone comes into the world doesn’t matter. To the woman who places her child for adoption - no one is asking you to forget them. I can’t imagine the courage and strength it takes to let go but it doesn’t have to be forever and adoption is truly a way to give them the best shot at life. Having adopted and given birth I can honestly say that the 9 months it takes to sacrifice and bring a child into the world is always worth it. That person matters.


    William is my son. He is a brother and some day he will be a husband and father. Every day he impacts the lives of those around him. He is hilarious and tells me he wants to have 50 kids some day and a bus to drive them around in! He is kind and makes everyone around him laugh. I often think about all people who wouldn’t be with us if it weren’t for Moms who choose life despite their circumstances or the inconvenience. We are so much more than our bodies - being pregnant is a gift you give to someone else - you nurture and take care of them.


    A family is a family no matter how it comes together. Our lives are richer for knowing William and Meredith. I am blessed to know their stories and be able to talk to my children about the value of every human life. Unplanned pregnancies happen but there is a good choice to be made in that moment. We don’t know what our life will look like, and we can’t really plan for it but I want my kids to know that if they are ever part of an unplanned pregnancy they can come to me and adoption is on the table.



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