This kid. After so much heartache and longing for children in years past, this is the little soul we get to raise. Such a gift to be his parents.
If Mother's Day sucks for you, I'm sad with you. If Mother's Day is wonderful for you, I'm happy with you.
For me, Mother's Day is such a mix of emotions. This gift of a boy I didn't birth. Four years tall and filled to the brim with endless
energy and a remarkably quick whit.
I see the little fold in his left ear, his soft blond curls, engaging smile, and sturdy feet. None of it mine.
I've heard that Mothers have a hard time releasing their children, afraid to trust God's plans for them.
Perhaps that's part of the beauty of adoption. I can't claim ownership of any part of my precious son. He is God's child through and through.
And I am overwhelmed with gratitude for these years we are given for the stitching of our hearts together. Praying thankful prayers for the love we have and holding out hope that the whole world will know Love.
I see the little fold in his left ear, his soft blond curls, engaging smile, and sturdy feet. None of it mine.
I've heard that Mothers have a hard time releasing their children, afraid to trust God's plans for them.
Perhaps that's part of the beauty of adoption. I can't claim ownership of any part of my precious son. He is God's child through and through.
And I am overwhelmed with gratitude for these years we are given for the stitching of our hearts together. Praying thankful prayers for the love we have and holding out hope that the whole world will know Love.
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