Well. Not sure how to start this blog post off but I'll just jump into it and rip it off like a bandaid stuck to your skin: we are NOT adopting Calli. <GASP!> "What happened?" "Why?" - two questions we've heard over and over. Figured it would be better if I just said it all here and got it over with. So, she chose to go back to her biological mom and step-dad, that's what happened. Why? I have no idea. Maybe because she finally got what she wanted with her boyfriend and in September, they'll be parents. Maybe her family supports her getting married to the bum boyfriend. I don't know. What I do know is that when she told us about the pregnancy on Friday night / Saturday morning, she said again she wanted us to adopt her and that she was glad the baby would be a part of a family that loved her/him and she (Calli) wouldn't have to worry about the baby being around crazy people. Then, a little more than 12 hours later, her bio mom, step-dad, and the bf's mom showed up at our doorstep. When Calli's phone rang (we were sitting on the couch) she held it out to me and was shaking saying it was Angie (bio mom) on the phone and what should she do. I told her to answer it or not but that was her choice. If we did nothing else for Calli, we know she now knows she has a choice in her life. She didn't answer the phone but the doorbell rang and there they were.
It wasn't pretty. As a matter of fact, it got ugly. I know I smacked the bf's mom's hands off of Calli (or so I was told - I was too mad to remember) and then yelled at her to get off my property, but she was literally pulling Calli down the driveway. No one else tried to protect Calli. Just me. Sad, huh? You would have thought Angie would have told Marlene to back off. She is such a busybody and troublemaker. Anyway, Angie was saying she wanted to just hug her baby and blah-blah-blah and they wanted to talk in the car. So, they did. For about 30 minutes or so. I don't know how long it was actually but that seems to be about right. Anyway, Calli got out of the car and came to me and said that "I'll come back to visit." So, we knew the answer. She chose to go back to the home that hurt her, deserted her, and pushed her away. That is her choice. Hope she's happy with her decision.
She came by on Sunday to pick up her things. What's ironic is that she wanted her stuff to be put outside. It was like they were afraid we were going to kidnap her and change her mind about going back to Angie's. Really? Really??? Calli knows us and yet it only took a little amount of time for them to convince her we were not who she knows us to be. Ridiculous. We are guilty of one thing: loving a young lady who had slept in her car and was not going back "home". We gave her a roof over her head, food, Tom even fixed her heater in her car, laughter, security, and love.
So, now that she's gone what next? Well, we've had all kinds of emotions running wild. Anger, frustration, sadness, questioning - would we do anything different? / did we do enough? The answer is easy. We did what God wanted us to do and we'd do it again if given the opportunity because it's not about us. It's about Christ.