An International Agency Approach
Fast-forward five years. Young Tom has grown into an adorable, blonde, blue-eyed boy who actually looks quite like his dad, Bob. And mother Jeanne, now near 40, wants another baby before her energy disappears. It feels like time for a new addition.
The journey to our daughter Kimberly Young Sun took exactly nine months, a cosmically expectant number. It felt much easier going the agency route.
Bob and I filed our application in August, deciding to adopt a baby girl from Korea. The New Beginnings agency offered us strong support. In our first, independent adoption experience, a social worker and a lawyer helped figure out the way through our interstate maze. In our second adoption, however, the agency lit a clear path around the globe for us. Although we still had to complete forms, document facts, answer questions and gain approval, this time we knew for certain that a baby would meet us at the end.
The months preceding our little girl's arrival filled us with tense hope, even as we filed immigration papers, sent photographs to Asia and prepared big brother Tom for huge changes afoot. Then, in May 1992, we finally met our five-month-old Kimberly, following her 13-hour flight from the other side of the world.
The scene at the airport was emotional. We had studied a picture of Kimberly for two months now, and we yearned to touch the wispy tuft of hair atop her beautiful head. Tommy was so excited, he repeatedly ran the length and breadth of the airline terminal. My parents, sister and nieces kept tabs on him and took pictures while Bob and I nervously paced and spoke with another waiting couple.
At last the plane landed. Thomas stopped racing and planted himself beside us. Long minutes later, a greeter from our agency left the plane, carrying our baby face-forward so we could see her features, and placed her into my arms. Kimberly bawled; my father unbuttoned her sweater to cool her; and I patted her tiny back, whispering, "It's okay, honey, you're home now."
Miraculously, Kimberly adapted quickly to the Western Hemisphere. She liked her crib from the first night. Her brother delighted in making her laugh at his funny faces and silly sounds. "Our little family," as Bob had called us till then, had grown. And we've been growing up together ever since; the journey does not end.