“I felt that God made it clear to me that I was to raise them and this intensified my love into a fierce, protective, sacrificial love, but it didn’t change the fact that it takes some time to make strangers into family.”
I didn’t expect to be able to relate to a Mother’s Day post for at least ten years, but having siblings that are six or eleven years younger than you puts you on a whole different set of charts. Katie Davis’ post to mothers (linked to above) was one of the most encouraging things I think I’ve ever read.
“And for us, this is the miracle: not that we experienced love at first sight but that God has given me a love for these once-strangers that is just as strong as if they had grown in my own womb.”
Yes. Yes, yes, yes.
Things will get better. There is hope.
And it’s still a miracle.
It’s still beautiful. It’s not worthless, and it’s not hopeless.
“Mommy.” She said it and I knew. She was mine. I was captivated. Because Mommy is forever. It’s such a powerful name. Mommy means “I trust you.” Mommy means “You will protect me.” Mommy is for shouting when you need someone dependable and for laughing with when you are excited; Mommy is for crying on and cuddling with when you are sad or giggling and hiding behind when you are embarrassed. Mommy is the fixer of boo-boos and the mender of broken hearts. Mommy is a comfort place, a safe place. Mommy means you are mine and I am yours and we are family. (57)
Kisses from Katie by Katie Davis
P.S. I decided to use the name “Brian” for the boy in my next science story. I just need to figure out how to end it, and I can post it!