The joys of finalizing the adoption were overshadowed with legal mumbojumbo and the world's most hasty pack-up-and-leave. We moved 2,500 miles from "home". We are in a new city, trying to figure out this new life of ours. I know that someday I'll look at this season and see how strong I was, how I gave up a lot of what was important to me to fulfill this dream that we had for our family. I'm already remembering how much I cried and that I plead (more than once) with our boy to give me a break because mama just can't handle another tantrum. But my patience, though feeble and weary, paired with God's daily grace and sustenance got us through. Today, nearly 3 months after his adoption and our move, MY SON said "I like Mama". He kissed me and asked to be held, used his manners and made me laugh the way a friend can. Like, actual laughter at real things. I mean, he made this for me today:
Our relationship is evolving and changing and every once in a while I catch a glimpse of what he'll be like as a man and I know he'll be a good one.
My precious son, I am so happy to be your mom. Thanks for being patient with me, sweet boy.
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