Give and Take
ChildrenWe chose to move forward. But since we were exhausted, we went home and slept on it that night. We went back the next day (May 4) and picked up Jacob. He came home with us. He was our son.
We loved him. We held him. We changed his poopy diapers. We sang to him. We fed him. We talked to him. We took pictures. We even cried with him. We loved him. He was our son.
Family and friends visited and brought gifts. People brought food—we had fabulous home cooked meals without having to cook ourselves for two weeks straight. We had more baby clothes than we knew what to do with.
We took him to the doctor. He passed the exam with flying colors. We took him to church and all the church ladies ogled over him. We took him on walks to the park. He slept, ate, cried, pooped and peed and sometimes he would just stare. We loved him so much. He was our son, and we were his parents. And we were good parents, too.
In the mean time, we heard that Lee claimed to have contacted a lawyer and he would have Jacob back home before the end of the week. That week went by without a call from a lawyer, so we thought he was bluffing. But that call came the next week.
Lee was not bluffing. Through his lawyer, Lee successfully stopped the adoption process. We heard on Monday, May 15 that Jacob would have to go back home to his mother.
We spent the rest of that day holding Jacob, and feeding him and crying and changing his poopy diapers and singing to him. This was the last day for us to be his parents. The last day he was our son.
We brought him back to his mom and grandmother the next day. We were no longer his parents. He was no longer our son.
That’s it. That’s the story. “So how is this a Story About God,” you ask? In the words of Job:
Naked I came from my mother’s womb, and naked shall I return. The Lord gave, and the Lord has taken away; blessed be the name of the Lord.
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