Within the adoption process, there comes many more, “best weeks of your life,” which include meeting your child for the first moment, meeting their gaze, having them rush into your arms or clutch their tiny fist around your finger, they were ready. “Oh wow,” you whisper, feeling the weight of this joy, this honor.
Another time comes where you are reunited, and a moment in a courtroom makes it all permanent, your very own, hearts erupting in joy.
But this week.
We are packing new things than we have before. We are packing bottles, healthy things to go in that bottle, baby and girl clothes for 5 days, and swimsuits for the hotel pool, food, and diapers, and formula, and basically, everything we’ve ever wanted to give them. Hoodies and jackets, leggings and jammies, toys and games. It’s surreal–joy.
And once our week is done, and our car pulls up onto our driveway from the airport, we will all of us, get out of the car, and they will, for the very first time, be home. As we open the front door, and lead them into their living room, oh, they will know this room well soon, as we walk past the kitchen…
Maria, a little girl who has never had anything of her own, will turn the corner to a little pink room. And she will go into her own room for the first time.
As her shy eyes look around the corner for the first time.
|Thank you Whitney|
|And the clothes, oh the clothes, we love you friends.|
This room represents many things to us as her parents, but one thing is her safety. She is now safe and protected.
And this will start a whole new best week of our life.
And with the joy this trip brings, it also brings with it a mingling of other emotions that I don’t even want to give space to. When we set out to adopt two children, many more nestled their way into our hearts, their futures uncertain.
When we began this journey, and knew we would be traveling many times, it almost seemed like there wouldn’t end up being that last trip, but here it is, and as we begin life with our family, our children start the road of healing, I realize how it means goodbye to so many.
I am almost in tears about how good God is. I can’t believe how much of my time I have spent not really knowing it, you know? I wish I could scoop up everyone one of those darn kids and tell them how loved they are…I guess i’ll just start with my two.