Rockin' Adoption

Dangers in the Congo

I was talking to our adoption coordinator about the dangers I’ve read about while traveling to the D.R Congo and I have to admit.  I’m a little ashamed of my doubts and fears.  Don’t get me wrong.  I’m not going to strut off the airplane decked out in expensive jewelry and tour the city solo at night.  But I am ashamed at what I let the fear of traveling do to me.   I struggle all the time with the adoption.  It’s never that I don’t want to adopt.  It’s just different struggles each time.  Money, wait time, Money, traveling, Money.

I worried about the safety of traveling to a dangerous area and then wondered.. would local adoption just be easier?

Enter the shame.  It’s not shameful that I feared my safety- I have two kids that I’m certain enjoy having a mother.  But the fact that I would break so easily.  And the fact that I failed to realize that I’m scared of my money being stolen or getting a curable virus when my child LIVES and BREATHES those threats EVER. SINGLE. DAY.  Child armies are not uncommon in the D.R Congo.  This isn’t like the military here.  Boys are forced into these armies starting at the age of 3 and forced to kill their parents to “harden” them and to help them realize they have nothing to go back to.  They are also forced into mutilating and killing many, many other people- often siblings and relatives.  At the age of 3.   It is uncommon for a girl to go un-raped by the age of 6.  Sexual crimes are one of the most common war crimes in Africa right now.   Families and children walk for hours and miles upon miles at night to as an attempt to avoid and go undetected by the L.R.A.

THIS is what my child has to fear.  My adoption coordinator assured us that they have someone with us at all times, and I know that I have Someone even greater with me at all times that wouldn’t ask me to do this- if it wasn’t something I needed to do.

I’m in this.  For our child.


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