amanda is an adoptive mother.
if you aren’t crying by the end of the three part series, i am convinced that you are emotionally dead and have no soul. lol. ;)
consider this my belated holiday adoption gift to you.
My name is Amanda, and I am the 2nd of 5 adopted children. My older brother is Caucasian, my two younger sisters are Korean, and my little brother is Hispanic.
I was raised in Burley, Idaho with the most amazing parents I could have ever hoped for. Heavenly Father knew exactly what He was doing when He placed me in their home. My parents are simply amazing. They have dedicated their lives to our little family, and I feel it a privilege to have been raised in their home. They are my dearest friends and I love them so much!
I don’t ever remember “the moment” I learned that I was adopted. I knew from the very beginning, and it was a very positive subject in our home. My family isn’t perfect, but the important part is that together we are perfect and we are a forever family that loves one another. My husband Derik told me after we were married, that although we are each so very different, we come together and just…fit, and compliment one another so well. I believe that Heavenly Father is the reason that adoptive families work out that way. We were meant to be together from the very beginning!
My parents were unable to have biological children for reasons that neither they nor their doctors could understand. My dad was going through law school to become a prosecutor at the time they applied for adoption, and my parents figured that they wouldn’t be chosen until they had completed school. Law school came and went, and still no placement.
A couple of years later, my father was in court one day, working on setting a bond on that week’s particular criminal, and noticed something out of the corner of his eye. He looked over to see his secretary through the window jumping up and down, frantically trying to get him to come outside and talk with her. He asked the judge to be excused and went out to see what was wrong. His secretary informed him that LDSFS had called to let them know that their baby boy was waiting for them.
My dad ran back inside the courtroom, and said, “Your Honor, I don’t care what bond you set for this guy, I’ve got to go!”, and he left. (My dad has always said that adoptive parents are crazy; they’ll do anything to build their family…mounds and mounds of paperwork, fly halfway across the world, and even run out on a judge in the middle of court!)
On the way to Idaho Falls to pick up my brother that same day, my parents were pulled over for speeding by a state trooper, just before they reached Pocatello. The officer walked up to the car and asked my dad if he was in a hurry. My dad replied, “Yes sir, I am! We are adopting a baby boy, and just got word that we can pick him up today!” The officer chuckled. As it would turn out, he had adopted two children of his own, and understood the urgency of an adoptive parent. He kindly gave them a police escort past Pocatello, and sent them on their way, telling them “Drive carefully, and Congratulations!”
(Isn’t adoption fabulous???!!!?!)
Three and a half years later, my parents were approved through LDSFS for adoption again. They were told that because they already had one child, that they couldn’t be promised a “quick return”, and to just be patient. (In those days, birthmothers didn’t choose the adoptive families. A committee would come together, review the adoptive profiles, and fast and pray about that particular child. They would come back together and decide which family that they felt Heavenly Father wanted these babies to be placed with.) Meanwhile, my brother Spencer had been telling everyone he saw, that he was getting a new baby sister. At the time, my parents dismissed it as typical 3-year-old-story-telling-behavior.
They built a home out in the country and moved in the middle of September. On the fourth day in their new house, a family friend stopped by to welcome my parents to the neighborhood. My older brother Spencer, now 3 ½, ran to answer the door. He flung the door open and proclaimed, “I have a new baby sister!” Our friend was so excited, and asked to see the new baby. He left disappointed, and my parents were again perplexed at their son’s excited outburst.
Ten days later, my mom received a telephone call from LDSFS. They asked her if she would like to pick up her baby daughter. So once again they drove as quickly as possible to Idaho Falls. While driving to Idaho Falls, my mom recalled the visit by our family friend. Counting the days backward to his visit, she realized that my brother had actually announced my arrival on the day of my birth. Our friend’s visit was actually the very day I was born.
This is Judge George Granata with me on Adoption Day. He is a great family friend and because he worked so closely with my father, he made the exception to specifically officiate mine and each of my sibling’s adoptions. I get teary whenever I see a picture of George. He passed away in 1997, but would still play an important role in the adoption of my own son, in 2006 (an incredible miracle story for another day). I love this wonderful man.