What About Mario?
My Adoption Story
I was placed in Wales, Massachusetts, with a French-Canadian couple, the Racicots, who had taken in hundreds of boys over the span of their 30 years as foster parents. Their four biological sons were all grown and on their own, so as empty nesters, they had no obligation to take me into their home.
By this time, I was no stranger to being bounced from place to place. I would meet new people, form relationships, and then they would be torn from me. I had no family and was used to protecting myself from getting hurt. I acted accordingly. I put up walls, acted out, and fought the constant struggle of whether to trust or not (something I continue to work on). I had to think this situation would be no different from any other in my life.… but I was dead wrong.
This couple, already in their 50’s and ready to retire, took me into their home and went straight to work to see how they could influence and enrich my life in a positive way like I never had before. They saw my potential and my innate goodness and faith and wanted to protect it. Days with my new parents turned into months and months turned into years. After three years I realized, as a fifteen-year-old, for the first time in my life, I had been with someone and in one place longer than I ever had before.
This would prove to be a critical time in my life because the Racicots had a difficult decision to make. After hundreds of boys coming in and out of their home, after 30+ exhausting years, and after preparing to retire down in Florida, they asked themselves, “what about, Mario?”
This question was serious and required a lot of discernment. You see, after an unfortunate and sorrowful situation surrounding a previous foster boy they had tried to adopt, they pledged to themselves they would never again attempt to adopt one of their foster boys, not for their sakes but for the good of the boys and their original families. So, going against their promise to each other, and after much prayer, they decided to adopt me into their home and to give me opportunities I never had before. The rest is history…
1. It is #Nationaladoptionmonth, duh!
2. Frankly, I suck at sharing about my story, and I’m realizing it’s good for me to get it out there.
3. Most importantly, I share because I want to highlight the impact adoption can have on people’s lives.
If we are going to celebrate and create awareness of the impact adoption can have, I might as well share my story and the effect it had on me and my family. I don’t know, maybe some of you out there are on the fence on whether to adopt or not. Maybe some of you have similar stories and need to know you’re not alone. Or maybe some of you are newly adopted parents and are nervous about what you got yourselves into. Whatever it might be, I hope I can provide some inspiration, comfort, or just community. I do ask you to please not pity me or my story. Instead, you may use it as an outlet to be inspired and as an opportunity to inspire someone in your own life. Adoption or not, you can change the lives of those around you.
Here’s to 20 solid years, Mom and Dad! Thanks for asking, “What about Mario?” never giving up on me and adopting me!
Epilogue: In June of 2018 I will be adding to my forever family when I get married. After a lot of thought and consideration, my fiancé and I will be taking the Racicot name. I have never taken their name until now and it means a lot to me that I will finally go by Mario Racicot. I love my Martinez last name for the parents that it stands for, parents I only barely knew and barely remember, but nevertheless gave me life and many other things I will only know once I meet them again in Heaven. But, now, I look forward with excitement for the rest of my life as Mario David Racicot!