To Our Children

We traveled one full day by air to meet them, but each one of our trips had taken many months to compete. Riding our emotions, fueled by our commitment to each other, our journey had actually started the day Andrea and I were married.

Our first glimpse of them was through a small 1 inch by 1 inch photo. More of a mug shot than a picture. It exceeded our expectations and erased any doubts that lay hidden within us. Our tears of joy washing away years of questions:

What if we could have?
Did we really try everything?
What if we would have?
Will we ever be able to?
Boy are they ever lucky, Why not us?

The testing, the waiting, the questions, the wanting, gone in a moment of eternal joy.

We first met them in a room 10 feet by 10 feet, more of a breezeway or a porch really. Covering one wall was an oak tree made of bronze. Itís roots signifying its depth, itís trunk its strength, and branches its breadth of purpose this room held. On another wall, the reason we had traveled so far. It held pictures of others who had shared our journey. Each photo showed a family. Hundreds of families, children in snow suits, children in swimsuits, children on sleds, children on bikes. All kinds of kids, some tall, some short, some dark, some light, all with parents or grandparents, all with smiles for that one magical moment.

As we took our adoptive children in our arms for the first time, we suddenly, miraculously knew why?

Why the tests?
Why did it take so long?
Why all the pain?
Why all the tears?
Why us and not them?
Why adopt?

Why we had come together as husband and wife?


We were chosen, we did not make the choice to adopt. We werenít chosen by the adoption agency, not by the U.S. government, not by the Colombian government. We were chosen by our adoptive children, Angelica and Kristofer, to love them, nurture them, teach them and protect them.

But most of all they chose us, they adopted us, to share our lives with them and grow to be life long friends.

By James M Keding, May 25, 1995

Author: By James M Keding, May 25, 1995