on this day two years ago...
Two years ago to this day, I sat in my dear friend Lisa’s
kitchen sipping coffee. I was desperate for news from India by that time we’d
been waiting a long time for the court decision. I saw there was an email from
In*ia but I was hesitant to open it. Only if you’ve been through an adoption
would you understand the hesitation, the desperation for news and the fear of
bad news. The fear that maybe it wasn’t approved, the excitement that maybe
this was the mail.
It turned out to be THE mail, the one that said we were now
the parents of J. I was so happy to be with auntie Lisa to share this extremely
important moment. From now on, when people asked if I had kids, I could say YES!
I have a son.
A son, who at that point, I’d never kissed goodnight. A son whose
hand I’d never held. A son to whom I’d never read a bed time story. In my mind
I had of course fantasised about my son, at that point I already knew about him
for some time. In my mind he was sometimes a happy boy and at other times he
was sad. In my mind he adored his mommy and at other times didn’t bond with
her. In my mind I had fabricated the worst and the best. The wait after that
was even worse, I had a son but there
were of course more administrative hurdles to go through. But on that day two
years ago, I did go shopping and bought two items of clothing for him. On that
day two years ago my husband bought me a shirt that said yummie mommy. I was so
far away from him. Even farther than usual as were in the US at the time and
yet I felt so close.
Our journey over the last two years has not been without
difficulties but let me say. Two years later I have a son who wakes up every
morning with a huge smile on his face. I have a son whose eyes sparkle. I have
a son who adores his parents. I have a son who exceeds all my fantasies.
I am eternally grateful to that judge who decided our fate
and entrusted us with our boy.
It is a hard world today, so much poverty, violence and
sadness but at the same time there is a lot of good and happiness and that
happiness is sitting in my bed watching tv and saying I love you mommy, can I
have a hug?
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