Happy Birthday, Child of Mine.


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Today my son is 4 years old.

Love is a funny thing.

When my husband and I began the process of adoption in March 2009, never did I believe that I would love someone I’ve never met with such intensity. I’ve seen people love their unborn children–sure–I’ve witnessed mothers with stars in their eyes as they unrolled that sleeve of sonogram photos with peanut-sized shadows. I’ve listened to grandparents talk about future grandchildren as if they were already Ivy League grads or self-made millionaires.

But I never realized how easily it would happen to me.

I promised myself I’d keep boundaries. I haven’t put photos on the wall. The door to his bedroom is usually closed. I allow myself to watch the DVD only a dozen or so times a day.

During the past 27 months, there have been a (small) handful of days when I thought I might lose the ability to adopt him altogether. It was on those days that I realized how much the heart can love what the arms can’t hold.

I never realized how easily it would happen to me. But it did.

Today my son is 4 years old. He is sleeping right now (or else antagonizing the night shift workers). He does not know what his future holds–how often we’ll walk to the park as a family or eat ice cream cones at the end of Grandma’s street. He’s probably never played fetch with the dog or taken trips to the bookstore on Saturday mornings. But he will.

And though I know my days of perfect parenting are numbered (as in, I’ll probably destroy my 4-year record on the day we meet), I know this much:

I love that little boy. And I always will.

Love is a funny thing.

Happy 4th birthday, Son.

Comments

  1. MommaHarms says:

    beautiful, Trisha. Praying the wait is over soon.

  2. So sweet, friend. He has no idea what a lucky little boy he is to have such a wonderful mommy and daddy waiting for him.

  3. The Brammers says:

    Trisha, brought tears to my eyes. When I found out we were expecting Melanie, our adoption was not final. I stood at the back door with Kyle in arms so fearful they'd take him away. I believe I might would have escaped just to protect that bound formed after only 2 months. Your bound is so many months further along. It will be worth it all so very soon, I'm praying

  4. This is incredibly well-written. I prayed for your little one this morning. Praying that he comes home soon.

  5. You made me cry! Happy birthday, Little Man!

  6. Lea Ann @WhateverStateIAm says:

    Perfect. Happy Birthday for all of you.

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