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November is Adoption Month and Author Brittany Glynn Shares Her Personal Adoption Story

Posted Oct 28 2010 1:14pm

Brittany Glynn is the author of the recently released, Dreams. She has been down the road of foster care and adoption and wants to share her story of the adoption of her son, Caleb with Pajama Mommy readers. This is her story.
The Story of Caleb Glynn – A lesson of love and generosity

I never knew I was capable of loving anyone or anything so much until I
met Caleb. It was in early December, and I watched as the social worker
pulled the baby boy from his car seat. I noticed in surprise that he
wasn’t wearing any shoes or jacket on this chilly winter day. His blue
striped shirt was worn and far too short, as were his pants. When the
social worker carried him through the door of the church where we were
waiting, happy blue eyes met us from underneath long bangs. The baby saw
me and my parents. My husband was traveling abroad on business at the
time. The baby’s mouth spread into what my father would later describe
as the “John Denver” grin.

He came right to me, and when I held him in my arms for the first time,
I knew I was meant to be his mommy. Sensing my emotion, he laid his head
on my shoulder and patted my back, as if he were gently saying, “It’s
okay, don’t cry.”

This child had been tossed around a number of foster families since he
was six months old. In one of the last foster homes that he had been in,
his foot became injured and now he could only crawl. Yet, his nurturing,
compassionate spirit shined through in a way that I would soon learn,
touched everyone he met.

Caleb, who began responding to his new name within two days, was so
under weight and height for his age that he did not even register on the
lowest end of the growth chart–and would not for two more years. He was
mal-nourished, vomited often, (which we later realized was due to a soy
allergy and texture issues). And, for the first few months, regardless
of the methods we tried, he screamed through the night. For the next two
years Caleb would jump and hide whenever the air-conditioner came on, or
someone laughed or spoke too loudly.

Yet something miraculous happened when Caleb became my son. This little
boy who had owned nothing but the clothes on his back and a raggedy
blanket that meant the world to him, taught me lessons that some people
live their entire lives without learning. One of the first times my
mother  and I took Caleb to the store, he let us know he wanted to get
down from the buggy. He then proceeded to an elderly lady in a
wheelchair. Without saying a word, he reached out and took her hand, and
walked along side her in the store. From the very beginning, Caleb
recognized when people were hurting or lonely and he’s always known just
what to offer them.

When I found out I was pregnant with my son Griffin almost two years
after Caleb entered our lives, Caleb was very excited about having a
baby brother. At Thanksgiving, Caleb told his teachers at school that he
was thankful for his baby brother, because he didn’t need anything else.
This leads me to one of the most important lessons Caleb has taught me.
Love doesn’t come in gifts, toys, or materialistic things; love lives in
the amount of time you make to spend with those who are important to
you.

Caleb hasn’t always had a mommy and daddy to call his own; he hasn’t
always had someone to protect him from evil and abuse. But Caleb does
have a light that shines brighter when he is met by life’s trials.

I admit that in the beginning, bringing Caleb into our lives was a
pretty traumatic experience for me. It took getting through some
difficult nights, some frustrating tantrums, and many episodes of
projectile vomiting in public.

But Caleb has taught me one of the most important lessons I could ever
learn about parenthood. You don’t have to be able to afford to give your
child the best of everything. Caleb doesn’t care about designer
clothing, the best schools, or even acquiring the latest toys. He’d much
prefer to sit in my lap and read a book than be given something new and
expected to play alone.

Caleb has taught me that all a child really needs is to be loved and
have a safe, healthy and nurturing home in which to grow. I often wonder
how many other children are there like Caleb out there? Children who are
blooming with potential? Children who are waiting for a mommy and daddy
to call their own? Children who are waiting for someone to love them and
give them an opportunity at life?

When I think of Caleb, who has tested at genius levels, and I see his
gentle spirit and passion about life and others, I can’t imagine how
much this world would miss without all that he’s going to contribute to
it. I can’t fathom my life without all of the rich blessings Caleb
brings.

When people hear Caleb’s story they tell me how much I’ve blessed his
life. But I am the one who is blessed because I have the opportunity to
be Caleb’s mommy. And believe me when I say . . . I think I may be
raising a future president.

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