Recently, I remembered a thrilling question that our social worker asked us during the last visit of our home study. She going through a checklist of questions that basically were meant to ensure that we understood the full implications and uncertainties of international adoption. It was a fairly robotic section of the interview… we answered YES, we realize there are risks in international adoption. YES we know you can’t guarantee the health record of our child. YES this, YES that…
Then she asked a question that NO, I had never thought about.
“Do you realize that the effect of adopting transracially will change the racial makeup of your family for generations to come?”
For generations to come?
The realization hit me like a beautiful light. Of course this adoption would change the racial makeup of our family. But I had never thought about how its impact would be as far reaching as the limbs on our family tree. Our children will (God-willing) be color blind. Our children’s spouses, our grandchildren, and generations from here on out will possibly be from multiple ethnicities. When God promised that every nation, tribe, and tongue would be blessed through Christ, it never occurred to me that that promise could be partially fulfilled within our OWN little family. It literally brings tears to my eyes just thinking about how God keeps his promises in such loving and PERSONAL ways. Oh, He is sweet.
So while the rest of the world fights the aging process, I now have one reason to look forward to my future wrinkles and bent back… My hair may someday lose its color, but I will be witnessing just how COLORFUL our family will be becoming. It will be so beautiful!