I meant to post more on this blog. I never intended this to be my only post, and maybe we can retool this blog into something else so that it doesn't have to be. But for those who don't know, or may not have already seen on Facebook, Katy and I became parents on Friday night when we said "yes" to adopting a little 2-day old boy.
His name is Gregory Andrew. Gregory, after my father, and Andrew, after Katy's brother.
As you know, we are not a religious family. The last blog post that Katy wrote touched on that. But not identifying with a religion does not preclude us from feeling a connection with "something higher." All stories like this invariably refer to something guiding them along, and this one is no exception.
You see, on Thursday night, when we got the call, we had turned down another option due to some medical concerns we weren't comfortable with only hours before. So as we reeled with that decision, our phone rang with another option: a baby born the morning before, and they needed our answer by the next morning because, healthy as he was, he was pretty much ready to go home ASAP.
"Can't we just have some time to process what we just turned down?" "Would we really have to take him home on Monday?" "What about work?" "We thought we'd have more time to prepare." "This would be a closed adoption, and we were really hoping for something semi-open, for the child's sake."
We grappled with every what-if you can think of, and if I'm being totally honest it was the first time that the possibility of ending up with a child became very, imminently real. So there were the what-ifs, yes, but there was also the question "are we really sure we want to do this?"
And most importantly, saying yes at that moment meant saying yes to the challenge of raising a child outside of our own race. Reading a book and checking off the box that says "I'm comfortable with a trans-racial adoption" is one thing, but holding a life in your arms, knowing that he will look to you for guidance establishing a racial identity that is not your own, is terrifying.
So, paralyzed and numb, after sitting in silence for almost an hour, one of us finally said, "I wish someone would just tell us what to do."
Seconds later, Katy's phone rang.
It was her brother, calling about something else entirely. He had no idea any of this was happening. But as Katy explained to him what was going on, I began to see the situation clearly. Finally I heard his voice on the other end: "If those are your only concerns," he said after Katy listed them off, "you should do it."
We would have gotten there ourselves, I'm sure, but he gave us the kick we needed. Gregory Colin didn't sound right, so Gregory Andrew it became.
Call it a coincidence or call it a miracle, I call it the Universe unfolding exactly as it needed to. I've never felt as in-tune with the cosmos I have this weekend.
There's more than that, of course. Our friends Jeff and Sara had just returned to Michigan after living in Georgia since 2007. Our friend Dave was back in town with Megan for a few weeks, and our friends Crystal and Brad haven't yet moved to Grand Rapids. And my mother, desperately in need of uplifting good news for reasons of her own. I'll forever remember her shouting "I'm a grandmother!" in Kroger when I called to tell her.
"Whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should." -DesiderataBut for me--if I can get personal for a minute--this was all part of an even bigger plan for my life. I can't tell you why, but I grew up knowing, on some level, that adoption was in my future. What's more, I somehow knew it would be trans-racial. So, embarrassing as it sounds, over the weekend I not only got to hear the very real people in my life offering words of support, there were some familiar characters offering their support, too.
From Cal and Mitchel on Modern Family...
...to Ian Malcolm in The Lost World...
...to Meredith and Derek on Grey's Anatomy...
...to Dixon on the surprisingly good 90210 reboot...
...to the hilarious parents from Easy A...
...these are only a few of the many examples that have stuck with me over the years. Of course there is one that goes even further back...
The Kents, in my favorite version of the Superman continuity, were returning home from another failed in-vitro pregnancy when they happened upon Kal-El's ship.
But those that know me know that most of my childhood was spent with Star Trek. Even today, I owe a lot of how I approach the world to the ideals represented on the show. So if you haven't yet met Worf's parents...
Over the weekend I was trying to recall a conversation between them and Guinan, the ship's bartender and unofficial counselor. I remember it being one of the first times I thought about what the word "parent" meant. I found the episode and edited together this video today, with Gregory in my arms.
So. Whatever star he looks to, I'll be right behind him, and I know Katy will too.




