Hello, beautiful. In celebration of Mother’s Day, I thought I’d share a little about what it was like in the “expecting’ period of motherhood for me as a mom going through the adoption process. I became a mother the moment my hubby and I decided to adopt. Just as when many parents first see that positive pregnancy test, my world changed at that very moment that we made the fullhearted decision to adopt. I changed. I was a mom.
The path and journey are very different from parents who conceive, however, the destination is the same. The excitement, tears, joy, anticipation, fears, and boundless love are all the same as any parent expecting a child. Instead of doctor appointments and ultrasounds, I had paperwork, home visits, fingerprinting, and mandatory online parenting classes. The biggest difference was the wait and anticipation. We didn’t get ultrasound photos and health updates. Our updates were based on how many waiting families were ahead of us and how many babies were placed with their forever families. We couldn’t even get a “guestimate” amount of time we would have to wait (read more here). During this time my heart grew larger and stronger. I grew stronger. As any expecting mother would do, I dreamed and planned for the arrival of my baby. I had the nursery decorated, the stroller picked out, and purchased the most adorable outfits for my sweet baby. This was all (mostly) in my imagination (how could I not buy that cute dress and adorable romper for my little cherry blossom?!). You see, with adoption “they” advise you not to plan or buy a single thing for your child until you have your bundle of joy in your arms and home. “They” refers to everyone from the owner of the adoption agency and social worker doing our home study to my very experienced sister who had her own rollercoaster of a journey with adoption (stay tuned for future posts featuring her journey to bring home her daughter from Vietnam). Anything and everything could happen to change all your expectations, and for us, it was being blessed with twins when we only expected one (read more here). My love for my cherry blossoms began with the single best decision I ever made- to adopt a child. Little did I know that my heart was preparing for twins. There’s so much truth in the following poem:
Not flesh of my flesh, nor bone of my bone,
but still miraculously my own.
Never forget for a single minute;
You didn’t grow under my heart, but in it.
Wishing you a lovely Mother’s Day. Please leave a comment below if you have any questions about our adoption journey.