I hear it all the time: Adoptive parents talk about meeting their babies for the first time and knowing that they were theirs. A picture in a photolisting. A feature in a newsletter. A parent will see their child and their heart will say, “That little one is mine.”
Sometimes there are other confirmations, too: dreams, answered prayers, coincidences that brought people together that couldn’t be explained away, a sense of recognition in an encounter with birth parents.
It’s not something you can explain logically. It’s just something that happens. It’s part of the miracle of adoption.
I read about that today in an article about a couple who adopted a sibling group of seven kids. They had always planned to adopt. It was just something they wanted to do. But when they saw a news story featuring this family of kids, they knew: those kids were theirs. “It was a done deal before I even met them,” said the mother.
I heard it from a friend whose daughter saw a little boy listed in a newsletter and said, “That is my brother.”
When you first met your child, did you know that they were yours?