Hui, like most adoptable children in China, was found. He was left behind this school.
He was meant to be found. I asked our guide why mothers didn’t take their babies to the orphanages rather than leave them somewhere, especially when it is obvious they want them to be found. He explained that orphanages won’t take babies if parents bring them in. If parents can be found, they are expected to care for the children. So the parents aren’t left with many good options.
It is hard to express what emotions overwhelmed me while I looked at this spot. I wondered if his mom lived nearby. I wondered if we may have passed her on our way here. I let my heart break for her as I envisioned her walking away from a 2 month old baby, knowing he would be alone and not knowing for how long. I let my heart break for Hui, as I wondered how long he was there without anyone to hold him, comfort him, and let him know he would be okay. We know the police were called and they were the ones who delivered him at the orphanage. I pray the Lord can heal the hurt, for all the parties involved, that occurred in that spot. I wish I could tell Hui’s other mother that I will do my best. That I will love him and care for him and be his mother, just as if he came from my body. I wish I could tell her that he is laughing and smiling. This was a much more emotional spot for me than the orphanage. As I held my babies in my lap (I stayed in the van because both kids had fallen asleep on me) I was so thankful for my children and so sad for their birth families and for all they have lost.
Tomorrow will be a happier post, but this one deserved its tone. Thank you for loving my family enough to let me share the good and the bad. And I am so thankful for the good: Titus Hui has a forever family!