Where to begin on a post about my children.
I guess that would be at the beginning.
What a thoughtful choice on my part, right?
Both of my children (25 and 17)
came into my heart differently than most.
Taking a line from my favorite poem,
"They did not grow under my heart,
rather in my heart."
You see, at the age of 26,
I had surgery that left me
without the ability to birth
a child in the usual sense of the word.
But birth them, I did.
I prayed for them.
I loved them before
I knew them.
Just like any other Mom out there.
In making the immediate decision to adopt,
we (at the time I was married)
chose to accept any child
that God had planned for us.
Our first was a 2.5 year old boy
with the most beautiful brown eyes
(just like my Dad and sister)
and the most charming smile you've
From the very first moment I saw him,
he was mine.
From the very first outing we took him on,
he called me Mom.
Eight years later,
the call came that I never dared hope for.
My baby daughter was born.
Two days later,
we rushed to the hospital and brought her home.
A delightful baby in every way...
full of smiles and joy all around.
I had my son.
I had my daughter.
My heart was over flowing.
Having special needs children
has changed me in ways I can't even
begin to explain.
I could write pages and
pages about the laughter,
joy, and tears they have brought me.
I'm controlling myself
(for your sake)
and narrowing down to the most important thing
I have learned from these two
miracles, I am privileged
to call my children.
That is perseverance.
I know in God's eyes,
they are perfect,
as they are in mine.
I am here to tell you they
have each had much
in their young lives.
The loss of those very dear to them,
being teased for being 'different',
being outcast for being 'different',
things that have been done to them that
no adult, no human should have to endure.
Yet, they persevere.
They don't run away.
They get up,
each and every day,
with a smile,
a huge smile on their faces,
and greet each day
as a new day,
full of opportunities.
They forget and forgive
those that have done them harm.
I am continually
humbled, amazed and graced
with their determination and great spirits.
What wonderful human beings they are.
Nah...they aren't perfect,
no one is.
However, they are my everyday heroes.
My deepest thanks to the heroic
that chose to place their
children up for adoption,
so a person like me
can raise and love a child like no other.
Thank you for the chance to brag on my kids.
By nature, I am not a bragger,
yet I have a LOT to brag about
when it comes to my kids.