As I have explained in my first post, Welcome to Adoptionality, this phrase is a hybridization of two significant experiences: adoption and spirituality. You can discover more about this concept by clicking the above link.
What I have not yet written about is how “adoptionality” originated. Here’s a quick summary of my story, beginning sixteen years ago (as of this writing) in 1996, when four significant transitions occurred for me during the course of five short months.
- In early May I completed graduate school, receiving a Master of Divinity, which fulfilled academic requirements in order that
- in late May I was ordained an Elder in The United Methodist Church (“Elder” is nomenclature for one of two ordained orders within the UMC).
- Two weeks later, on June 15, Claudia and I exchanged wedding vows, embarked on our honeymoon to Maine, and within weeks of our return home had completed paperwork to become licensed foster parents in our Minnesota county.
- During the first week of October, we welcomed into our home our first foster son, twenty months of age, a child we were eventually able to make ours through the gift of adoption. As of this writing he is one of our three seventeen year olds.
Those were exhilarating months in my life. Completing a graduate degree and receiving ecclesiastical recognition gave me a sense of accomplishment. There was joy in joining my life with another person whose sense of mission echoed my own. Becoming a father for the first time to a curly-headed blond boy with sparkling, capacious blue eyes was delightfully rewarding.
Heady with optimism and the conviction that older kids in foster care need permanent family resources, Claudia and I moved forward in our quest to be parents. In the course of the next decade we added to our family another son, a sibling group of two, a sibling group of three, three more sons, and a sibling group of two. You can read more about our family and what we learned in the process by reading Out of Many One: How Two Parents Claimed Twelve Children Through Adoption.
In the midst of the changes and the responsibilities of parenting a burgeoning young family, at first I didn’t recognize the deep ways my life was changing. I attributed my occasional feelings of disappointment to the stresses any large family faces. Tucking away disillusionment and anxiety created within the deepest recesses of my soul a stranger with doubts and conflicts. While I could identify myself functionally as a “pastor,” and as a “husband,” and as a “father,” I was no longer sure who “I” really was.
I began to read more widely from those who understood the soul better than I. I began to listen more intently to what other adoptive parents were (and, perhaps more tellingly) were not saying. And I began to hear common themes emerge, from my experience and theirs. I am not naive enough to believe that in the course of human history I am the only person to have experienced what I was feeling, so I began to delve into the spiritual lives of those before me who experienced their moments of “consolation” and “desolation.”
Without recognizing it, I was beginning to envision a spirituality of adoptive parenting, something I have begun to call “adoptionality.” In the posts that follow in this blog, I intend to explore and develop more fully what the spirituality of adoptive parents might look like. My goal is also to provide guidance for parents feeling the “dark night of the soul,” as well as to provide resources for understanding and enhancing the soul life of adoptive parents.