We Are So Blessed

Here is something that touched my heart. Adoption is difficult to understand for those who have not experienced its incredible blessing. I think this explains the blessing wonderfully.


We Are So Blessed

We have the opportunity to pray and wait and plan and hope and dream
and work for our child. Circumstances don't allow us to take our
child for granted - ever. We do all these things for so long and at
such great emotional cost, that when our child is finally in our
arms, we truly cherish every minute. Every second...

We are blessed to be in our child's life. We are blessed that God
planned for us to be a family, and that we were given the
opportunities that brought us together. We get to see all the best
parts of mankind in our wonderful children. All the goodness and
potential and innocence and ambition and confidence and love. And
what a beautiful sight that is...

We are blessed to have run this race. It is long and, very often, it
is practically impossible to complete. But we run anyway, and
believe in ourselves and our child enough to do the impossible. We
run, knowing that at the end of this great race, a child is waiting
for a chance at a wonderful life. And we get to be the ones to give
her that life.

We are blessed that when our child laughs, we are the ones to hear
it. And when our child cries, we are the ones she looks for. When
our child feels pain or joy or accomplishment or excitement, she
shares it with us.

We are so blessed to have had the chance to see life from a
different angle. To see that things don't always go as you planned
them out in the 5th grade- but that better things are in store. To
be part of the few who feel constantly misunderstood. To be one who
always has to be on guard against the rude and ignorant comment. To
feel the frustration of not having the perfect comeback to that
comment until three hours later. Our kids can use those experiences
and lessons we have learned. We are deeper, stronger, more
compassionate people because of this journey. And the world our
children live in is better because we have grown in these ways.

Our child is blessed. She is patted and hugged and nestled and
rocked and kissed and squeezed and taught and tickled and corrected
and praised. She is told of her value in God's eyes. She is certain
of her value in our eyes. And she never wonders if she will be cared
for tomorrow or the next day...she sleeps comfortably each night,
safe in our care.

We should tell our children we are proud. We have saved and
scrimped, prayed and begged, planned and schemed, worked and
worried, and hoped endlessly for them. We have dedicated years of
our lives to finding them and bringing them home to their forever
family. And we have given our whole hearts to them even before we
ever saw that precious face.

Now that is love. And parents who adopt know all about that...

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