Love Beyond DNA: My Adoption Story
There is something profoundly beautiful about a child being held, loved, and nurtured by parents. Most of us take that experience for granted, yet millions of children around the world grow up without ever knowing the security and warmth of a family.
Years ago, my wife and I found ourselves thinking about those children.
A few years after we were married, our son was born. We were grateful beyond words, but we also dreamed of having a daughter. As we reflected on the many orphaned children in India, we felt a growing conviction that adoption was the path we were meant to take.
It was not an easy decision.
Thirty to forty years ago, adoption was far from widely accepted in Indian society. Family lineage, bloodlines, and DNA were deeply valued, and many people simply could not understand why anyone would choose adoption when they could have another biological child.
Some family members tried to discourage us.
“You must be crazy.”
“Why don’t you just have your own second child?”
“If you want to help, send money to an orphanage.”
“An adopted child will never be the same as your own.”
Their concerns were sincere, even if they were painful to hear. They reflected the cultural beliefs of the time. We respected our family, but we could not ignore what we believed was the right thing to do.
Fortunately, by then we had immigrated to the United States, where we were able to pursue adoption without many of the cultural pressures we had experienced in India. We completed adoption classes through the YMCA in Fort Wayne, passed the required psychological evaluations, and welcomed social workers into our home as part of the adoption process.
Then came the day we traveled to an orphanage in Bangalore.
As we waited in the reception area, a caregiver walked toward us carrying a beautiful baby girl. She gently placed her in our arms and asked whether we wanted to see any other children.
The question surprised me.
I remember thinking, Is this a marketplace where we’re expected to compare children?
We smiled and answered, “No. She’s the one.”
That little girl became our daughter.
After months of paperwork, waiting, and praying, she finally arrived in the United States. Our son could hardly contain his excitement as he welcomed his little sister into our family.
Like every family, we experienced both joyful moments and difficult seasons. Parenting is never without challenges, whether children are biological or adopted. We never treated our children differently, and we never hid from our daughter that she had been adopted.
There were times when the voices of those who had opposed us echoed in my mind. During difficult moments, I wondered if they had been right.
But time has a remarkable way of answering difficult questions.
Those challenges became some of life’s greatest teachers. They strengthened our family, deepened our faith, and taught us that love is measured not by biology but by commitment.
Years later, our daughter volunteered in Haiti, serving people whose lives had been devastated by poverty and earthquakes. She made several mission trips and eventually invited us to join her in medical mission work.
Then one day, the phone rang.
“Dad,” she said, “you’re going to be a grandpa!”
Before I could respond, she added, “Ryan and I are bringing home two boys from Haiti.”
I was speechless.
The daughter we had adopted had chosen to adopt two children herself.
In that moment, I realized that love had come full circle.
Today those two boys are thriving. They are growing into fine young men, excelling in school and participating in sports. Watching them grow has been one of the greatest joys of our lives.
Over the years, I often spoke with my sister about the beauty of adoption and the power of unconditional love. Recently, she shared wonderful news: my niece had adopted a baby girl.
My daughter smiled and said, “Dad, we’re trendsetters.”
I laughed, but I also knew she was only partly right.
The truth is, we are not trendsetters.
We are simply people who have experienced a love far greater than our own.
The Bible says in 1 John 4:19, “We love because He first loved us.”
Looking back, I realize that adoption taught me much more than how to raise a daughter. It taught me the true nature of love. Love is not confined by blood, DNA, race, nationality, or family history. It is a choice we make every day to welcome, nurture, and care for another person.
One of my favorite verses is found in Mark 1:11, where God says to Jesus, “You are my Son, whom I love; with you I am well pleased.”
Those words remind me that every one of us is deeply loved by God. Through Christ, we are welcomed into His family—not because of our background or our achievements, but because of His grace.
Looking back on our journey, I can honestly say that adopting our daughter was one of the greatest blessings God ever gave our family.
Love, like a river, was never meant to be dammed up. It was meant to flow freely, touching one life after another.
Sometimes, that love begins with a simple decision to open the door of your home—and your heart.
And when it does, you may discover, as we did, that love is always greater than DNA.