adoption, family age, gushing, phoenix rising

one month together

He’s really here.

I have remind myself of that a few times a day. I’ll have him on my lap, cuddling his little body in my arms and it will hit me: this is real, we’re together. It happened. During the process of waiting I held a duel reality in my head and in my heart: he’s mine, he might never be mine. Loving without knowing is a different kind of love. It’s a deep, pounding, fight-to-the-end kind of love that doesn’t let go. It’s almost desperate in a way, this feeling of wanting and yet knowing you might never have. Please let him have a family. That was my constant wish. And now he has one. Ours. We’re family. A family rising out of the ashes. It’s another duel reality I hold: he’s my son, he’s another’s son.  I struggle not with guilt but with an awareness of the unfairness of this world of ours. Broken hallelujahs.

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And now it’s been a month of getting to know him. A grand, glorious month of more baby kisses than I imagined possible to cram into that time. Of simple moments of splendor as his personality unfolds, as he lets us get to know him more and more. You watch your baby grow up in pictures and you cling to each slight expression change captured in them, trying to read some personality trait, some meaning into them. And then suddenly the child is real, three-dimensional and complete. It’s like stepping into a painting, it’s an overload of input. I feel quite panicked at times that time is slipping away so fast. We missed so much of his life and now I want time to just stand still for a while and let us catch up on everything we missed.

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It’s good in a way though, to have that ache of missing those moments. They’re a reminder to see him as an individual, as someone with his own feelings and history and strengths. To look at this adoption story from his side of it, not just from ours. Because his is very different from ours. The day our family was complete was also the day he left everything he’d known for so long. The day my heart felt complete again was the day his lost his beloved foster family. He both came home and left home. Another duel reality to hold. I feel so grateful to his foster family. There are no words to say how much.

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To watch him open himself up to our love amazes me. To watch his shyness give way to oh-I-know-you feels like magic. It reminds me of watching mom make the whipping cream at Thanksgiving, watching the blender spin round and round and round and it seems that nothing is changing, then suddenly instead of liquid sloshing there’s peaks and valleys of sugary goodness. Magic. I pick him out of his crib after each nap and bedtime and suddenly his look is one of relief and recognition instead of confusion and surprise. Like his heart is whispering “oh it’s you, I know you.” And I whisper back “yes it’s me, it will always be me, and someday you’ll know that.”

This isn’t the post I meant to write today. I meant to write about his personality, his feisty and affectionate little self. How good he is at crawling now and how he gives kisses and then flashes this little look at that says “aren’t I clever to make you go all googoogaga  over me?” But I guess I just can’t get past the reality and amazement that he’s here. He’s really here.

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4 thoughts on “one month together”

  1. I know that loving without knowing ache all to well. In 2011 we started the paperwork to bring home a little blessing from Ethiopia. fast forward to earlier this year. All of our paperwork was complete and we were waiting on a referral. Out of te blue we get an email that our agency has gone bankrupt. My heart almost broke in half. It was a hurt so bad that I literally doubled over in pain. We have now started the process over with a new agency. My heart aches for that baby girl. The little one we have already named. It’s like I know her but she is at the same time unknown to me. A feeling you can’t really explain unless you’ve felt it. Thank you for your post. It’s encouraging to know someone else has felt this and that God fulfilled His promise to you. Both of your babies are just adorable. Congratulations on your new reality!

  2. I’m so happy you are together and you get to hold him in your arms and heart. So glad he is home. He’s such a cute little man. What fun to watch him grow!

  3. Thanks for taking the time to post. It’s good to know a bit of what life is like in your family when we live so far away. It’s touching that even though this wasn’t what you “set out” to post, what was in your heart was able to be expressed. It’s encouraging to see how your family functions among the brokenness of this world. You are doing such a great job mothering two babies and making a family and a home. Can’t wait to see you in person again soon!

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