They Call Me Mom.

The blessing and the losses

The joy and the broken aching

What was and what is

Two worlds of love colliding within.

 

Gohe, Ethiopian restaurant

Mother's Day 2014

So maybe it's a bit tricky to get a good photo, but I am so blessed by having these four call me mom.  Some days I am exhausted and miss out on the beauty that life is full of, but other days I am overwhelmed by the treasures I have been blessed to have in my life.  It is a privileged to love these children.  It is an honor to call them mine.  And it is a daily release to entrust them into the hands of my heavenly Father whom I believe can love and guide them better then I alone can.  It wasn't easy to become mom.  There have been pains and losses along the way, for me and for another mother.  There isn't a day that goes by where I don't have a moment where I wish someone else was also able to experience the joy I get from the giggles, the snuggles, the new skills and growth.  Blending a family.  Learning to love each other.  A place of belonging.  These four call me mom.  I am blessed.

Words cannot describe the way adoption touches two families.  I can't imagine life without each one of these children.   There were many days and months where I didn't see how God was going to take us broken creatures and heal us into a family.   It's not an easy journey.  But it is so rewarding and full of blessings.  After about a year together I saw all four kids were fighting with each other and I knew there was a chance we'd survive.  God has taken our fears, our losses, our needs and is building something beautiful.  I love seeing the way they defend each other and belong to each other.  Family.  What a sacred unit.  

I love being a mom and having both a mom and a mom-in-love.  I think of my babies I never got to hold.  And I think of the mom whose babies I get to hold.