What is normal life anyway? Do you mean that other families have parents who have weekly date nights? Or have annual vacations? I often find myself forgetting that most other families don't get a row of children in diapers ready for the day or down for bed every day. Or that I'm the only family I know with six daughters who can't walk independently, some who will need lifelong care. It's not normal, I suppose, to have to help almost all your sisters eat all their meals, because their special-needs make it hard or impossible for them to do so themselves. The time spent in doctor's appointments and wheelchair fittings is more than usual.
No, it's not normal.
And it most certainly is changing me. Yes - it is a process, every day. I don't think I will ever reach the point of saying I am done being changed by what I've seen or my sisters' lives. I recall different moments from my trips at different times, some memories more emotional, more stirring than others. I can close my eyes and picture myself back in the дом инвалидов and the weight of the experience still makes me cry, four years later.
And each day, my sisters teach me about selflessness, patience, and compassionate understanding in a deeper way than I could ever learn on a missions trip. I watch more Peppa Pig and Paddington than most of my peers and have learned to do my work amid constant interruptions. I am teaching English to my teenage sister and sign language to another. All while being a honors student at Bucknell University, double majoring and looking into graduate programs. And, after all, isn't a child's life worth much more than the cost a fancy vacation which will come to an end?
No, my life as an adopted sister is definitely not normal - it's so much more exciting than that!
Adopted from a Russian orphanage at 17 months old because of my mild cerebral palsy, I, like James, have had my own journey.
So, you see, I didn't start at normal to begin with. It is amazing to see how the Lord is weaving my story together with those of my sisters and how my own adoption and disability has prepared me for their needs.
Some may look down this road and decide, as James could've, it's not for me.
I wouldn't blame them. As Dale says, you gotta do what you gotta do. Family is important.
But, he also says, if you are hearing a small voice inside of you saying, don't forget - listen to that Voice.
The road of special-needs adoption is long.
It's filled with equal measures of joyful blessings and painful lessons.
But any heartache is overshadowed every time you think of the rescue - once seemingly impossible, now complete. A life given a new chance.
This is the priceless reality of leaving normal behind.
Lina this Christmas, home for over 5 years.


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