Since the kids have been home, my mind has been busy with all kinds of thoughts about motherhood. Thoughts about how I treated my mom growing up, especially in those teenage years. We are close friends now, but oh do I wish I could erase the disrespect I had toward her growing up. She had a hard job rearing the three of us. She deserved better.
As I stare in the eyes of my two beauties, I see their birth mothers. Every day. I wonder about them. When they do something cute or they learn something new, I wish there was a way I could call them on the phone and share the news. I wonder if they are doing okay. Soon I will be sending them updates and I just pray that they receive them. I am concerned that they never will, especially with Samson's birth mom. She lives in one of the worst slums in the world.
If I had a chance to sit down with each of our kids' birth moms, this is what I would say....
Christie, clearly Lydie gets her beauty from you. Lydie is the life of the party. She is fun, energetic, and full of joy. That's why we decided her middle name would be Joy. Lydie loves to run fast. She also loves swinging and hanging upside down. She sleeps as hard as she plays and love to talk.
I was so happy you asked to ride with us to the airport that day. The day you said goodbye. It's hard to know what to do when there is a language barrier between us, but I hope my face expressed the gratitude and love I have toward you. You have truly given us the most precious gift anyone could ever give. Please know we cherish her and we won't take her for granted.
Chantale, I can't even imagine what daily life is like for you. But you can rest in knowing that Samson is thriving! He has changed right before our eyes. He's funny, musical, loud and loves to cuddle. He's becoming more brave around people every day and has a killer smile. There isn't a food he won't eat and he loves to play with and terrorize his sister.
I feel like we didn't get a proper goodbye the day we left. I don't know what happened but I'm sorry you didn't return to ride with us to the airport. Maybe it was too hard. I don't know. But I pray for you and thank you that you chose to save the life of your son. He is a precious gift to us and we love him so much.
I know I've made mistakes already in the 6 months that we have had them home. There have been times when I've been short with them, or been a little too distracted to listen. I just pray they forgive me for my shortcomings. I love being their momma and pray for God's grace when I fail.
