Here we are nine months in with her, seven with him. We adopted a toddler and a preschooler, they came home as preschool and school age. The wait was agonizing and confusing. But it’s over.
And here we are. The beauty of adoption, its like a snowflake or a fingerprint, no two are ever the same. We fully expected challenges. We’ve read all the hard things, we’ve prepared our hearts and minds for rejection to the fullest.
They call us mom and dad. We have a little “family” cheer we do. We talk about how we are all on the same team. My heart beats for theirs. Just like all my other children. I feel no different than I do with my others. It’s beautiful and heart-breaking. It’s beautiful because, my goodness do I love them. It feels right. It feels normal. We are family. It’s heart-breaking because of how it came to be. Because somewhere out there they have or had a biological family. And whatever brought them to me, caused much pain in their lives and others.
We have challenges. They have fears. We have patience poured out from the Lord. They have a new start. We have years to catch up on. They have a forever family.
We have little games we play. Like “guess what? I love you.” And they’ve learned to play them, too. We have small expectations for them. They have blown us away. We have great love for them. They have tested it. I think we’ve passed. (But they will test us again, without warning.)
We’ve had to re-do alot. Both us and them. Both adopted and biological. We’ve had to forgive and ask forgiveness a lot, both parent and child. We hug a lot. We talk a lot. We re-focus a lot.
We are thankful for new days, a lot. We treasure the moments, a lot. They have chores, we have rules. They get mad at us for being unfair. We have gentle reminders of life now and not so gentle reminders of life before forever family. We talk a lot about the past, but it’s over now. We tell them they are safe. We will not hurt them or let them be hungry. They will live with us, in our home, forever. (Or until they turn eighteen or twenty-three or thirty…) We whisper Jesus’ name into their ears. Sometimes they are tough and strong. Sometimes they are scared and mad. Sometimes they throw their arms around us and yell (because there is no other level of noise) “I love-uh my mama!!!”
Most mornings begin with a sweet girl snuggling with me, lying on top of me, listening to my beating heart like a newborn baby. She is after all, only nine months home. She wants to hear her mama’s heart beat for her.
My son is up to my shoulders now which means I must sit to hold him. I carried my then six-year old around the house when he came home. He’s only seven months home after all. He still needs a mama’s love and reassurance. There is a hole in him from mothers past, I have to prove my love to him. But that’s okay. Jesus’ love runs deep and it’s free for us. He desires to pour it into our lives, it overflows into theirs.
And in so many ways, they are just kids. Kids like yours, with a little rougher start in life. But they like to play the same. They desire to be accepted. They want to be loved and listened to. They are making friends. Their relationships with their siblings, though, is one of the most beautiful things I’ve seen. They laugh deeply, play hard, and fight to tears. They think of each other first. They are each other’s best friend, right now. They defend and look out for each other. They have special made up games they play. They are learning from each other. It’s loud and crazy and simply amazing.
Adoption is risky. Adoption is hard. Adoption is painful. But God is redeeming their stories. He is working in all of my children’s lives, to draw them close. My prayer for all of them is to know God more. To be solely dependent on him. To desire to be more like him. To be filled with love from God. To overflow his love into other’s lives. So if you are wondering, if my heart feels different now, it does. I have more children to know well. I have more children to physically care for. I have more children to pour love into. I have more…joy and blessings. I have more of Jesus because of them.
God sets the lonely in families…
This article originally appeared at TiffanyNardoni.com.