So with that in mind, in honor of November being Adoption Awareness month, I'd just like to tell you the truth about what adoption really is, and later on this week we'll talk about what it is not.
Recognizing that the world doesn't really revolve around you, even if you really really want it to.
Realizing that love is a choice. A choice that must be made every single day. Whether your child is spitting on you or not.
Trusting, trusting, trusting.
Learning how to make friends with other parents who can't control their children either, instead of jumping to the conclusion that they are obviously just bad parents.
Taking a life that was so badly broken that it had no chance for a future, and giving it wings.
Rejoicing over the stupidest little victories because you know that every single one is one that would not have happened if you hadn't stepped up to the plate. - Like the time my 8 year old finally counted to 20. Even though we practiced it every day for 10 months. And he got it mixed up every single day. And I"m looking at my other 8 year twin daughters who could count to 20 when they were four, and making darned well sure they know what their brother just accomplished. And I'm calling all my friends so they can celebrate with us. Because frankly, it IS a big deal that my baby can count to 20. And all the adoptive mom's are out there totally nodding their heads, because they all know.
It is a spiritual battle. It is reclaiming a soul from Satan's hand, knowing that he doesn't give up easily. Knowing that he will constantly remind them of their past, and feed them horrible lies about how meaningless their lives are. All. The. Time.