By Kristina (adoptive mom)
When I was asked by CAS to share a picture and testimonial about our adoption experience, I looked for a photo that was absolutely perfect. Our first family portrait together doesn’t fill the bill at all. We were in Moldova meeting our new son. The people who worked with us there were so helpful and capable that they sometimes seemed to be performing the impossible. We had an overall great experience there, but in this photo, we all look hot, confused, exhausted, and generally overwhelmed. But I wanted you all to see it anyway, not because it’s perfect, but because it’s not.
My husband, Richard, my daughter Mary Bell and I travelled to Chisinau, Moldova in August to adopt Vasile, now known as Elias Vasile. He was two and a half years old. We hadn’t initially applied to adopt in Moldova, and people sometimes ask me how we ended up in Moldova. I say that I don’t know why God put my kid In Moldova, but that’s where he was!
How We Met Our Son
In May, we had already completed our home study and were ready to consider referrals when we first saw Elias’ information on the CAS web site among the waiting children. He has a genetic condition that can cause benign tumors to grow throughout the body and frequently just below the surface of the skin, and can cause other health problems. It must be said that he also has a very affectionate manner, the charm of Valentino, and a killer smile. This kid oughtta be in the movies.
Anyhow, people wonder how we decided to adopt a boy with special needs, especially since our daughter by birth, six years old, was born very premature with a urinary birth defect (also genetic) and has struggled throughout her young life to catch up to her peers in many ways. I think that because we were already bringing up a child who faces some challenges, we had let go of the idea of perfect and embraced the reality of good–great, even. We had traded in our ideal of happiness for something better. Something deeper. Something like joy.
In fact, if you get to know the people in our portrait, you’ll find that we each have special needs. That we are not average, not typical. We don’t fit the mold. It turns out that nobody does. We all suffer from a genetic condition. Whether visible or invisible, we all bear the marks of imperfection. That is the human condition, and it’s terrific and it’s awful and it feels wonderful and it hurts like hell.
Perfect for Our Family
I believe that any adoption is a loving thing to do, and Richard and I didn’t set out to adopt looking for the toughest situation we could possibly get ourselves into, and we didn’t. When the time came, we requested Elias’ referral and medical information, and we pored over it night and day. We had it all evaluated by experts. We thought carefully over whether this decision was the right one for our family.
In that process, CAS put us in touch with Dr. David Douglass, a pediatrician who has himself adopted internationally. He said something we will always carry with us. He said that we would know when we reached the “point of no return,” having found the child who was right for our family. Dr. Douglass was right. We reached a point where we knew that Elias was our son, and there was no going back to living without him. By the time we met Elias, we could no more have left him in Moldova than we could have left our daughter in the neonatal nursery at the hospital. We didn’t bring them home because they were perfect. We didn’t bring them home because we were on a mission to save them. We brought them home because they were ours.
Our Family Now
Six months into being a family of four now, we have had evaluations done on Elias’ health by the very best medical and therapeutic experts we could access. He is healthy and happy and thriving with no serious problems related to his diagnosis. And he’s growing like crazy. Our daughter and he have made this huge life transition unbelievably well, and so have their parents. They are so close already and we know their bond will continue to grow. It has been difficult. It has been well worth the trouble.
OK, we aren’t perfect. But we’re perfect for each other.





