I loved my little family and they kept me quite busy, still I wondered if there were a few more children who needed homes, so I contacted the Holt Agency again, and they told me that they sometimes had a need for “replacement adoptions.” These were children who had been adopted (and came over to the U.S. on someone else’s visas) but for some reason the adoption didn’t work out. My husband and I talked about it and decided to pursue that route.
Not long after that we had a call concerning a little Korean boy who was four years old. He had been adopted, but then the adoptive mother got pregnant and didn’t want to keep him. His adoptive father desperately wanted to keep him, but that was creating problems in the marriage. After talking to his pastor, he decided to let his son go to save his marriage and be a father to their new baby. What a tough decision! We really felt a lot of empathy for that father. So we agreed to adopt this little boy, and drove to Oregon to get him.
Not long after that, we were again contacted by Holt Agency and they said they had two brothers, that they wanted to place together, and their original adoption had fallen apart. I think the original adoptive parents divorced and the boys had been placed in a second home. Then there were problems in the second home with the younger sibling. So Holt asked us to take the younger boy (7 years old) with the promise that we would later adopt the older one, when things settled down a bit. From the beginning, I had a strong feeling that we would never be able to adopt the older boy, and I was right about that. Time went one, and the other family wanted to keep the older boy, but not the younger one, so we adopted just the one brother.
Apparently the Holt Agency thought we had a good track record, so when another replacement adoption became necessary, they contacted us. This was a little Vietnamese girl who had come over on the airlift when Saigon fell and had been placed with a family in Iowa who had previously adopted two little girls, but this adoption wasn’t working out. So we drove out to Iowa and returned with our little Vietnamese daughter who was eleven at the time.
As I mentioned earlier, during this time we had two Native American foster daughters on a full-time basis and other foster children for short periods. So I was very busy and figured I had reached the limit of what I could do. I felt like we had our family–but I was wrong. 🙂