Unmirrored Faces, Mirrored Hearts: Our Family’S Hope-Filled Multicultural Adoption of an Older Child
By Sophia Blake
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We have to be wealthy before we adopt. Why dont I look like my Mom and Dad? Older children have so much emotional baggage.
Do these phrases sound familiar whenever anyone mentions adoption? Or did you adopt an older child? Unmirrored Faces is one familys account of many of the same issues facing many families that have had the adoption seed planted in their heart.
Sophia Blake
Sophia Blake is an ordinary stay-at-home biological and adoptive mom of three with an extraordinarily diverse family. As a court-appointed children’s advocate, Sophia has been able to learn about and experience firsthand all the different perspectives of the adoption process.
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Unmirrored Faces, Mirrored Hearts - Sophia Blake
Prologue
I had walked into an adoption agency in May 2008 to meet a girl who could very well become our daughter. I expected to gaze into the tiny, fragile face of a young girl who looked like a mix of my husband and me. Instead, I encountered a tall girl with gorgeous cocoa skin. She was a five-year-old who looked more like eight and seemed big enough to be able to hold me in her lap. She picked up all she possessed, which was contained in a large, old Tupperware tub. She looked me straight in the eye, with a tear in hers, and said, Okay, I’m ready.
Chapter 1
Something Was Missing
In 1998, my husband, Aiden, and I had never discussed adopting a child. We already had two gorgeous biological boys whose births had involved two very difficult, painful labors and deliveries. My physicians had told me that the mother must be at least four centimeters dilated for a doctor to administer an epidural to manage the pain and a mightily impressive ten centimeters for the delivery to be accomplished. As was the case in my first son’s birth, I stayed at two centimeters for approximately fourteen hours before rapidly progressing to the ten centimeters that one must be at to push a child into the world.
They say you forget the pain when you finally hold your child for the first time. Fortunately for me, the first time I gave birth, I did forget. Perhaps when I pushed out my first son I also pushed my memory of the difficulties, because I became pregnant again about two years later. Then I definitely remembered the pain I had experienced, especially after the unfortunate tearing of some delicate tissue in that second delivery.
Our first son came out looking almost identical to my husband. The aquamarine eyes and pale skin on my sweet baby were beautiful but left me wondering whether I had actually given birth to this child. When I became pregnant with our second son, I was certain he would look more like me, since brown eyes and brown hair are usually dominant traits. I had learned this in my biology courses in college, and after all, I carried him almost nine months! Didn’t I have the right to have one child look even remotely like me? The answer was a resounding no, as I saw my second green-eyed little boy coming into the world with a sprinkle of blond hair and holding on to the umbilical cord for dear life.
As my babies grew into toddlers and threw the occasional tantrum, an inordinate amount of bystanders gawked and stared confusedly as this mocha-skinned, brown-eyed, red-faced mommy hurriedly carried a screaming little boy out of a store. Too many people asked, "Is he yours?" The comments grew tiresome as I remembered the heartburn and sleepless nights and excruciating deliveries. Being mistaken for the nanny was starting to get irritating as well! I never would have guessed that these experiences with total strangers were part of God’s preparation. Certainly I loved our boys and was content to be a mother of two. But for some reason, I had the nagging feeling that something was missing.++
I began gushing too often at babies, especially little girls. I loved their cute, flouncy dresses. I loved their precious little bloomers with ruffles that resembled five-layer wedding cakes. They were Hispanic, Caucasian, African-American, Asian—but all that mattered to me was that they were girls. I knew I was not willing to go through pregnancy and labor again, even as much as I realized what a miracle and blessing it is to give birth biologically.
My boys were growing. They were around seven and four years old and were on lizard quests at the time. Almost daily, the boys attached strings to lizards and paraded them proudly around the yard! Also, the boys enjoyed letting the little reptiles clamp onto their ears to look like earrings to scare Mom. Cars, turtles, video games, and mud seemed to be the standard at our house. But I longed to sit down to a tea party, choose outfits for Barbie, or visit a store without hearing Can we go play video games now?
Everywhere I went, the most beautiful clothes on display were for little girls. Pink blankets, pink bunnies, and even pink little cowgirl boots seemed to fill every store window. Feeling particularly inspired one afternoon as we drove over to Grandma’s house, I decided to ask my sons if they wanted a little sister. I could have guessed their responses. Have you ever heard the sound of little boys pretending to gag?
Chapter 2
Journey Begins
In 2001, Aiden and I had touched on the idea of adoption. But we had never delved deeply into the subject, as he was busy doing his best at work to make a difference and get ahead. We had both recently become Christians as well. We were attending a nondenominational church in Texas. A mission trip to Saltillo, Mexico, was coming up; it