Three years and a few days ago, I was lining a soccer field. It was hot and windy. My phone rang and my life changed forever.
On the other end, a familiar voice greeted me. “Hey, we have a newborn baby boy. His time in utero was rough. The doctors were concerned for him, but he was born a few hours ago and he has surprised everyone. He will be in the hospital for a few days. Unfortunately, he may have some special needs, but that is unclear right now. But, he needs a home. Would you be able to take him?”
I hung up and called Ryan. I couldn’t connect with him. I called him probably 7-8 times.
I knew I needed to call back and let them know either way, so I needed to make a decision.
Up until this point, we had made every placement call together, but I couldn’t reach him.
I remember taking a deep breath and saying a prayer for quick clarity and confirmation of what to do. We had just reunified little cub with his mom a few weeks prior. Tripp was only 10 months old at the time and his case was in a lull waiting to move to the adoption side.
After a prayer, I remember that I felt so at peace with saying “yes.” So, I called back.
Ryan finally connected with me and I told him I had said yes. I think he was really shocked, but ultimately, I think he saw my heart. We got into planning mode to have two very small children in our home.
Several days later we went and picked up the tiniest little baby from the hospital. The nurse insisted we take a picture “just in case.” It felt weird, but I am thankful we did.
Fast forward 663 days and that tiny little baby became our second son.
Jon’s given name is Jonathan Michael. Which is so perfect as my dad’s name is John and Ryan’s dad’s name is Michael. It was almost like he was meant to be.
I think back to those early days with two small babies so close in age. A few weeks after Jon came home, Tripp’s case exploded and that was truly one of the hardest seasons in my life. That was compacted with two babies who needed us. I barely slept and I was anxious all of the time. In many ways, caring for them and protecting them got me through that dark time.
We have all come so far in three short years. The tiny little miracle baby starts three year old preschool this week.. even though It seems like he was learning to crawl.
Jon continues to overcome obstacles and challenges. We continually are trying to evolve and grow our skills to be able to meet his needs and guide him in a way he will be successful. He is so resilient in so many ways. In his short life, he has experienced more trauma than anyone should ever have to but he continues to overcome. Being Jon’s mama has made me a better person and changed me in so many ways.
We are so proud of Jon and the little human he is. He brings life to those around him. Jon is JOY.
He is funny and loves BIG. He gives tight hugs and has the best belly laugh. He is mischievous and sweet. Life with Jon is always loud, always an adventure, and a complete gift.
His life has taught me to never give up and to never ever stop advocating for those you love. It has also helped me learn patience-well, teaching me patience I should say. Jon really is a miracle and our family would not be complete without him.
Koko
Jon Jon,
Happy home day buddy! You are loved so fiercely and so relentlessly. Your dad and I are so proud of you and will spend our days loving, supporting, and protecting you. Watching you grow is the greatest joy of my life.
Life is better with you in it Jon Jon.
Love, mama
