My wife Claire and I had been trying for years to have a baby. When that didn’t happen, she suggested adoption—it felt like the right path. After months of waiting, we met Sophie, a bright-eyed four-year-old who had been in foster care since infancy. From the very beginning, she clung to us and called us Mommy and Daddy even before the adoption was official.
A month after bringing her home, I came back from work to find Sophie wrapping her little arms around my legs, her voice shaking.
“I don’t want to leave.”
I knelt down and asked gently, “Leave where, sweetheart?”
Tears filled her eyes. “I don’t want to go away again. I want to stay with you and Mommy.”
I comforted her, promising that wouldn’t happen. But then Claire appeared in the hallway, pale and serious.
“We need to talk.”
I sent Sophie to her room, assuring her all was fine, but my heart was pounding. Once Sophie’s door closed, Claire told me,
“We have to give her back.”
I was shocked. When she explained, I sat with her as she struggled to explain her feelings.
“I thought I could handle this, but it’s harder than I imagined,” she admitted. “Sophie isn’t what I expected. I feel like I’m failing her and don’t know how to be the mother she needs.”
I was stunned. “So you want to send her back to foster care?”
“I’m scared,” Claire said, wiping tears away. “I love her, but my fear makes me feel inadequate.”
I reminded her it was her idea to adopt, but she confessed her mother’s warnings and Sophie’s recent tantrums made her doubt everything.
It hurt to hear her talk about giving Sophie up, but I urged her to remember that Sophie called us Mommy and Daddy and needed us.
Suddenly, Sophie appeared in the hallway, apologizing for her behavior at the store. I held her close, telling her she had nothing to be sorry for.
I asked Claire to seek counseling with me, and she agreed, though uncertain.
We found a therapist specializing in adoption support. Therapy helped Claire open up about her fears, and the therapist gave us tools to build trust with Sophie through simple daily activities.
Claire’s mother kept pressuring her to reconsider the adoption, but we kept moving forward.
Slowly, Claire began to relax, and Sophie started blossoming. Small moments—like making pizza and laughing at spilled sauce—brought joy back to our home.
One night, Claire admitted she almost gave up, but now she wanted to be Sophie’s mom.
Over time, the atmosphere in our home improved. Sophie thrived, and Claire embraced motherhood. Even Claire’s mother showed up, offering a small gift and apology, signaling a new beginning.
When we finalized the adoption, the caseworker remarked how happy Sophie looked, and for the first time, I felt hopeful about our family.
Watching Sophie play in our living room, I knew we were going to be okay. Love isn’t perfect, but it’s worth fighting for.
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