I wish so many things for you – the children who have my heart for all of time:
I hope that you will know how to love and be loved.
I hope that you will be happy.
I hope that you will live the life you want to have and not the life anyone, including me, dreams for you.
I hope you will be kind.
I hope you will be brave.
I hope you can view the world as it truly is and still find the strength to believe you can make it better.
And along with all those things I hope with everything in me that you take my love for granted.
People are going to tell you you’re lucky. They already have. They look at you and look at me and know I’m your adoptive mother. And they tell you you’re lucky. Don’t listen to them.
You never have to feel grateful for your adoption. We don’t have to have special gratitude for something that is inherently ours. And my love? That’s yours. It was yours before we met. It will be yours when time is gone. It was, and is, your right to have. My love for you is something I want to be so part of your being that it doesn’t cross your mind to even contemplate its existence. Take it for granted. Assume it will always be there. Because it will.
There were losses in your lives. I know them. I respect them. My love for you does not take away those losses. But those losses don’t mean you owe us some form of special gratitude. Don’t ever believe someone who tells you they do.
I don’t need you to be grateful, I want you to know, to assume, to not even think that there was another option except me loving you. Because there wasn’t. This love? It was here waiting for you all along.
You simply claimed what was already yours.
PS: But if you want to feel grateful for the overpriced hot chocolate and cookies I kept buying you at Starbucks because I couldn’t resist your cute toddler voices feel free.
(And to anyone reading this please know that PS was meant to be humorous. To think that a child would actually need to be grateful for cookies and cocoa is ridiculous to me. But a comment I received made me realize that maybe for some people it’s not ridiculous to imagine that would be asked of them. And that makes me sad.)