Like it's Your Birthday!
This morning I was reading an article about the anti-adoption movement. Before we finalized the adoption, reading the opinions on anti-adoption blogs/articles caused a feeling of sheer panic. The panic brought on by thoughts that something could go wrong in the process. Or that maybe we didn't deserve it. Maybe we didn't suffer childless infertility for long enough. Or maybe I was thinking that I wasn't sure we deserved this beautiful creature. I wonder if these are common themes on the adoption roller coaster and, perhaps I just needed to work through the feelings. Now that we're finalized and she is officially "our child", I feel sad reading these opinions. Sad for adopted children, birth mothers, and adoptive parents - sad that they may feel duped or alone or abandoned... Adoption is an complicated process - emotionally and structurally (if that's the word I'm looking for...) and it's a tough road for all parties involved. At the end of the day, all parties must remember that the CHILD is the most important person involved.
Speaking of the most important person...I was at my desk daydreaming about our little pickle and boom - the sitter added some photos to the photo stream. I quickly scrolled through smiling at the photos of the kiddos. There was one of her sleeping peacefully like a princess and another with a crown on her head, looking intently at the camera. It made my heart swell with gratitude, so much gratitude...we are still astonished that we have been so incredibly lucky to have been given this special gift. A GIFT. A gift that we hoped for on a daily basis. A gift that we're going to cherish for the rest of our lives.
Do you know that every single morning this little girl wakes up, she smiles at us? Yes, every single morning. Sure, she's only six months old and that may change from day-to-day. I can tell you that we're not going to take it for granted, we are going to cherish every single smile (or giggle or hug or snuggle) that comes our way. My wish for our little pickle is that she wakes up every morning - for the rest of her life - with a smile on her face. A smile brought on by gratitude for what she can/will/has become. She is new to this world and she can become anything she wants.
Now I'm going to go home and chase the little frog crawler around the living room...and maybe tickle her toes so I can see that gummy smile a few dozen more times before we fall asleep.
Speaking of the most important person...I was at my desk daydreaming about our little pickle and boom - the sitter added some photos to the photo stream. I quickly scrolled through smiling at the photos of the kiddos. There was one of her sleeping peacefully like a princess and another with a crown on her head, looking intently at the camera. It made my heart swell with gratitude, so much gratitude...we are still astonished that we have been so incredibly lucky to have been given this special gift. A GIFT. A gift that we hoped for on a daily basis. A gift that we're going to cherish for the rest of our lives.
Do you know that every single morning this little girl wakes up, she smiles at us? Yes, every single morning. Sure, she's only six months old and that may change from day-to-day. I can tell you that we're not going to take it for granted, we are going to cherish every single smile (or giggle or hug or snuggle) that comes our way. My wish for our little pickle is that she wakes up every morning - for the rest of her life - with a smile on her face. A smile brought on by gratitude for what she can/will/has become. She is new to this world and she can become anything she wants.
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