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An Oldest Sibling’s Perspective by Kaylee McKoin
If you were to peek through our dining room window on any given evening, you would see a beautiful, chaotic masterpiece. You would see ten people packed tightly around a single table, talking over one another, passing platters of food, laughing and sharing a life that is as loud as it is blessed. As the oldest of eight, soon to be nine children, this beautiful chaos is my everyday reality. Our family math looks a bit unique. My parents had four biological children, but over the years, felt a distinct, undeniable call to international adoption. Through that obedience, I have been blessed with three siblings from China, one from Colombia, and we are currently preparing to welcome my newest sibling home from Hong Kong.
Whenever people see our crew out in public, they often wonder aloud how my parents manage such a large family with so many complex needs or they view my adopted siblings as recipients of a great rescue story but they have the narrative completely backwards. My biological siblings and I are the ones who received the ultimate gift. We are the ones who got lucky. You see my brothers and sisters didn’t just fill empty seats at our table; they expanded our entire world and gave us a front-row seat to the depth of the Father’s love. A true living illustration of the gospel.
Growing up as the oldest sister, I watched the behind-the-scenes reality of adoption. I saw the sleepless seasons of waiting, the mountains of paperwork, and the quiet, tearful prayers my parents offered up for children they hadn't even met yet. Every time our family grew, it required a major shift. It meant more medical appointments, higher piles of laundry, shuffling to and from therapy, louder afternoons, and literally squeezing closer together to fit everyone into our lives. Yet, through every transition, my parents operated under a single, beautiful anthem: There is always room at our table. Watching my parents pull up extra chairs for my siblings became my very first tangible lesson in faith. Scripture teaches that through Jesus Christ, we are all spiritual orphans who have been adopted into God’s family.
In our home we learned early on that love is never restricted by DNA, and God's capacity to build a family should never be limited. Living in a home that bridges East Asia, South America, and the deep bonds of what family should really look like is a daily lesson in selflessness. As the oldest sibling, my life was quickly stripped of any room for selfishness—and I am profoundly grateful my parents taught us this.
Today, our table is rich in different cultures, blending distinct backgrounds, languages, and personalities into one deeply connected family unit. Being the oldest has allowed me to help guide and anchor this crew. Whether I am helping with math homework, listening to late night heart-to-hearts, helping take siblings to and from therapy or doctors appointments or maybe even simply making space for someone who needs to be heard, I have learned that true love requires us to step outside of our own comfort zones.
If our family’s journey has taught me anything, it’s that the best things in life happen when you choose to widen your perspective rather than protect your comfort. My siblings have brought an irreplaceable richness, resilience, and joy into our family that we would have completely missed out on if we had insisted on keeping our table small.
I would like to encourage any family currently praying about adoption and wondering if it will affect your current children, let me tell you, it will. It will help shape and mold them into a person who is filled with more compassion and understanding about the world around them. They will learn life and love consist of more than just themselves.
The road will absolutely require immense patience, sacrifice, and faith but when you follow God's call to make room for the fatherless, you will find that your heart and your children’s hearts expand in ways you never imagined possible. So what has international adoption taught me…… Remember in a home rooted in unconditional love and grace, there is always room for one more.
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