For anyone that read the title of this blog and continued by singing..."in low places, where the..." You know the rest.. you got a cool sticker in my book. If you don't know the rest, please go educate yourself in a little Garth Brooks.
Where was I? Oh yes, I have friends...If I said this out loud, instead of on a blog I'm sure the smarty pants in the group would gasp in surprise and say, "REALLY?" Yes, yes I do. What does this have to do with our Korean adoption? The friends I've made on this journey so far are just amazing. It's been unreal. I've made connections from all over the country. Some of these friends will be people that we only connect with over the internet. Some will be friends that I will "talk" with on Facebook messenger more than one should admit. You all know who you are. I've spent hours upon hours "talking" with these women about our babies. I've spent hours learning from these women. I've learned more about our adoption from these wonderful people than I could have ever learned from a book or even an adoption agency. Real life experiences, Yo! We've compared timelines, we've talked about out children, we've discussed ideas of what to send in care packages for our little ones and what to take as gifts for our foster parents. Like I said, some of these people I will never meet in person, but we will forever be bonded by our children. Some of these people I hope to meet in Korea, as we share the same timeline...fingers crossed. I've even met local parents that have adopted from Korea, whom I hope to meet up with often after we bring our little guy home. The thought of him having little Korean friends that share something on such a deep level makes me so happy. Buddies that share his physical features. He will grow up in an area that doesn't have a lot of diversity so I want him to be able to have racial mirrors in his life.
Now here's a good story for you all. Some may call it a great coincident, some may call it a "God-cident" <---yes I made that word up. I think I'll go with the latter of the two. As I said earlier, I have connected with many people, luckily a few of them local. One mom specifically, who has been through the Korean adoption process twice just happens to live about an hour and a half from us. She lives right in between us and my parents house. How convenient, right? She has spent lots of time teaching me about the ins and outs of this program. I mean, this girl has the scoop. I consider myself to be pretty blessed to have her as my Korean Adoption Mentor. <--- made that up too. Now here's where things get really interesting. I attended this Christian Women's conference called IF: Gathering (I HIGHLY recommend it, but that's a whole different topic.) A friend of mine from college that sells Noonday jewelry (also AMAZING), was on stage giving her spill on how great the company is and she mentioned my story of adopting from Korea and how Noonday is helping to support us. Right after that I get a message from my "Korean Adoption Mentor" friend that says, "Are you at IF?" My heart seriously almost stopped. I had two thoughts in my head: A.) I've been messaging a stalker and she followed me here to find me. B.) Holy Cow! How can this even be possible? [GOD-CIDENT] --- Totally kidding about thought A. We were able to have lunch and talk about life and of course adoption.
Now, let's step up the craziness another step. When we received the paperwork for our little boy, we were given the name of his foster mother. In one of my Facebook groups there is a file with all of the foster mothers that are with SWS...there are tons of these names on the list. It's recommended that we update the file by putting our name beside the foster mother's name, so future families can connect and ask questions. It's a great resource. As I scroll down the long list of Korean women, low and behold, guess who's name is beside our foster mother's name...none other than my "Korean Adoption Mentor" friend. You know the one I mentioned earlier, the one that lives near us. The one that I consider a Korean adoption genius. Yup, that's the one. Her son had lived with our precious foster mother just a few years ago. She sent me a picture of her sweet son with his foster mother to confirm our coincident. In the picture was her gentle, smiling face holding not our little boy but another, with the same precious, loving embrace.
Now, think what you want, but that kind of thing doesn't just happen. Pretty amazing if you ask me!
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