The Need to Rescue

Submitted by Shanti Landon:

Have you ever woken up in the morning and wondered how you became a grown up? I think I’m a grown up now. I mean, there are 5 rug rats running around here. I cook food, wipe bums, kiss ow-ees, fasten seat belts, unfasten seat belts…fasten seat belts, unfasten seat belts…I brush hair, brush teeth, brush the toilet (with a toilet brush, of course!), and brush off minor complaints from small ones tugging on my shirt. I think that makes me a grown up. Right?

I remember one starry night when I was 6 or 7 years old, sitting on the porch of the house I grew up in. I didn’t like the way my life was going…not one bit. I wanted someone to swoop down, rescue me from what I thought was a pitiful existence (and really was), and plant me in that perfect family. You know the one. Alas, I knew it was not going to happen. So, I promised myself that I would one day rescue someone else in need.

Fast forward about 20 years. My husband, my soul mate, the man I truly call my best friend, and I decide we’re ready to change our lives. We have a kid…Caleb. You know, the “old fashioned” way. We’re happy. We’re content. We are filled with awe and wonder at this little creature the Lord has planted in our home. But soon we know we are meant for more. We know there is someone out there waiting for us to find him.

When Caleb is just 6 months old, we start the process of foster-adoption. We do classes, fill out paperwork, jump through hoops and whine about how much red tape is involved in helping a child who is waiting for a home. Right before Caleb’s first birthday, we get matched with a chubby (and I mean CHUBBY) little African-American boy. He is almost 6 months old at the time. We named him Joshua. We’re happy. We’re content. We’re done having kids (ha! so we think…) and are ready to start our life as a family of four.

A few years go by, we move a couple times, and finally settle into a cute little house in a cute little town. 1300 square feet is plenty of room for our {complete} family. We’re enjoying life as our kids get a little older and more self-sufficient. But, alas, once again the Lord has other plans for us, and before we know it, we’re re-doing the classes, the paperwork and all the red tape that we did before so we can add to our family yet again. After about 7 months, we’re matched with a boy and a girl, Michael and Naomi, ages 3 and 1. And soon, our calm, collected lives become more chaotic and enriching. Soon after the kids are placed with us, we find out birth mom is pregnant…surprise! #5 is on the way! Seven months later, little Grace graces us with her presence at just 6 weeks old.

And now…here we are, more than two years later. Caleb and Josh are now 7 and 6, Michael is 5, Naomi is almost 3, and Grace is one. Silence is not a regular attender of our household activities. However, I wouldn’t trade in the craziness of it all for anything. And so I tell people, before you step into our lives, dust off that seat, get those old french fries out of the cracks, and strap on your seat belt (if you can get it in past the sticky mess that’s in the belt buckle)! You’re in for a wild ride…

Comments (3)

Said this on 8-27-2010 At 12:31 pm

I love your beautiful photo.  Thanks for sharing your unique journey into motherhood.


Said this on 8-30-2010 At 02:10 pm

Such a great story and photo!  What beautiful kids and what great parents.  I love hearing different people’s journeys to parenthood. And I love the idea of “rescue.”  On this site, we’re all here to rescue each other in various ways.  And as moms, we’re rescued from many things by motherhood while we do all we can to rescue our precious kids from the problems they have to deal with while trying to help them avoid situations that would make them need to be rescued!


Said this on 8-31-2010 At 09:58 pm

I’m pretty sure that’s among the cutest family portraits ever taken.

This is such a great story, and I just have to say that Shanti makes five kids look like a whole lot of fun. she is a constant inspiration!

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