Recently read this blog post, at “They’re all my own”, and it really touched something in me, and made me think, you should all really read it too, just cause you like me and cause I said so!! No, really, it is a good read, and the lady has a refreshing view of adoption, and states the obvious eloquently, no adoption is the same for any two people.
Currently we are wading through stuff, read here, heavy, unlovely, maddening, saddening, adoption, trust, permanency, kind of stuff. Heavy stuff, that makes it hard to see the light at the end of the tunnel, or even the end of the street. What struck me upon reading “you’re so normal”, is that this is what I hope for, long for, pray for every day. That one day, in years to come, when all of the dust has settled, and peace and contentment reign in my sweet ones heart, that she too will be normal, whatever definition you use of it. She too will look back, and instead of seeing the frustrated tears, the upsets, unintended hurts, and instead will see a mommy and daddy who did their level best on a uphill slope, and a God who had a plan that she began to carry out almost immediately upon arriving home. Normal is my longed for space, and every inch gained, no matter how hard fought is worth the effort, and agony of self recrimination, if my baby sees herself as normal, that what she has been handed is not her cross to bear, but her gift of life from a loving birth mother, her gift of grace from loving parents, and her gift of joy and purpose from a God who created her for this.