Five
years ago I had a baby. Back then my definition of success included having a
kid with perfect hair who sat still during Sunday school, obeyed the first time
(EVERY time), knew all the words and motions to Awesome God, and was generally
considered a genius. Fast forward half a decade. Things have changed.
Last
Tuesday I met with a group of adoption moms (to eat tacos of course) and it was
great, but just like every other time I’ve been around AP’s, there was a hunger
to be together that I don’t see other places. I feel it, everyone feels it, we
facebook and blog and email and text about it all the time – we need to
be together. Why??? Well I couldn’t put my finger on it right away, but finally
God showed me – it’s because our definition of success is soooo different. For
adoption tribe, a successful childhood no longer includes perfect hair and
even more perfect behavior. It can’t. Sin is a nasty thing, deeper and darker and
harder and more hurtful than we would ever want to know, and for most of my
life I’ve successfully avoided knowing. But as Beth Guckenburger spoke about
during a recent conference, when we go into the abyss as Jesus did in
Mark 5, we see the damage of evil up close and personal.
Some
of our kids, as healed and glorious and loved as they are, may never be able to
memorize any of the words or motions to Awesome God, their sweet minds altered
by prenatal alcohol use. And that’s okay (turns out God already knows the words).
But we need people around us who know that. We need people who can watch
our kid have his eighth meltdown of the day and say “way to use your silly
voice while offering him chewelry. You go mama!” We need people whose
definition of a good day includes one in which we have poured ourselves out in
love, one in which our feelings have taken a backburner and we’ve let our hands
be the gospel, one in which we have chosen to connect while correcting. If
we’ve done even one of those things
during a day, then that’s success.
At
the same conference Beth Guckenburger also talked about the importance of
celebrating what God has done. She reminded us that as the slaves were being freed from Egypt, Miriam packed her
tambourine and used it to
celebrate God’s deliverance.
Adoption
tribe understands. Adoption tribe says ‘press forward’. And when our arms get
too tired, adoption tribe holds the tambourine for us.

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