Little One and I are playing with legos tonight.
While Sister is at youth group, he has Mama all to himself for one glorious evening and he takes full advantage.
I’ve been tasked with building a house and I am digging through the pile of pieces to find just the right shape and size. And then I run out.
It’s ok, Mama, Little One reassures. Just try Plan B!
I’m not sure where he learned this phrase, but it makes me chuckle as he picks out a random mish-mash of pieces that ruffle my still-too-perfectionist-for-my-own-good tendencies.
Once upon a time, I was young and idealistic. I was considering becoming a single mom by choice and I imagined a few folks in my circle bristling at the thought because “kids should grow up with a mom and a dad.”
I didn’t want to be Plan B.
But here’s the thing. Adoption… as beautiful as it can be at times, is rooted in loss. In a world without sin, parents who birthed children wouldn’t struggle with poverty, addiction or mental illness. In a world without sin, there would be no such thing as trauma. In a world without sin, social workers and public defenders and foster parents wouldn’t need to exist.
But friends, none of us are on God’s Plan A. We are all a hot mess, desperately in need of rescue and redemption… no matter how our families were formed.
It’s true that Little One has known too much of Plan B… before his adoption and after it too. Our life doesn’t look the way I imagined it. I wish I could give more to this sweet boy who gobbles my undivided attention like candy. So much more. And right now I just cannot.
Look, Mama! he chirps, snapping the last piece into the fence he’s made to surround our imperfect lego house. Plan B is awesome!
Indeed it is, sweet boy. It may not be perfect, but Plan B leaves room for grace, for redemption songs. It leaves room for receiving help and watching God provide. It leaves room for telling the truth and making someone else feel less alone– and making you feel less alone in the process. It may not be perfect, but some days, Plan B is pretty stinkin’ fantastic.