Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you might miss it. ~ Ferris Bueller
Last night was my younger son’s “Spring Sing” performance, an end of the year concert and fundraiser that his preschool puts on. It’s very cute – the kids practice all year to go up and sing their little songs. One song had something to do with hippopotamuses (hippopotami?) and Jesus. Another was “This little light of mine.”
It was not fine musicianship, but it was an awesome display of childhood joy at its finest.
I am not going to talk about adoption or our process to become a family very much on this blog. I identify as just a mom, not an adoptive mom – it is something that plays into how our family does things but for the most part we are just a regular family, and I am just a regular mom.
A regular, sarcastic mom. And I will admit that it is hard for me to check my sarcasm (my constant companion, it sometimes seems) at the door. Sarcasm is so easy. It’s so easy to laugh away feelings that can leave me feeling so exposed and raw. We came so close having none of this.
However, when I saw my son file in with his class, standing at the back because he’s one of the tallest, getting a little rambunctious with his friends, and looking around the audience until he saw us – his family – and then breaking into his trademark “huge grin with dimple” it brought tears to my eyes.
I am new to this territory. I have never been a sentimental person, and always one to approach events such as these with tongue planted firmly in cheek. So much easier to make the joke and keep up my defense of not taking things too seriously.
But every once in a while, even I am gobsmacked by just how insanely lucky we are to be doing even these mundane things.
Because we so very nearly missed all of it. THEY so very nearly missed all of it.
You guys – we have come so far, I cannot even tell you. So far since we met that little sickly 15 month baby that was barely on the growth chart, in a baby home on Sakhalin Island, Russia. So far since we met his big brother in another orphanage in the middle of nowhere. So far since we despaired of ever bringing them home. So far since we traveled halfway around the world to finally, after nearly two years of struggle and delays, bring them home and start the hard work of becoming a family.
So far since our early days as a family, when it seemed as though “normal” was an impossible goal.
You could read my old blog, but it would only hint at what we went through. Trial by fire, I guess.
But here we are. They are ours and we are theirs and we are doing this thing. This incredible, amazing thing. This everyday, boring, ridiculous thing.
Every once in a while, God reminds you that these things too, are a miracle.
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I know what a journey this has been, and I am thrilled, blessed, moved to have traveled in your wake… which has given me the chance, too, to see your family complete. Tongue in cheek or not, you are an amazing mom… and I love seeing this vulnerable side of you. I don’t think you can be a good mom unless your heart leaves its shell and opens up to your children, exposed. I am aglow at this post!