“Important to realize, we adopt not because we are rescuers. No, we adopt because we are the rescued…” David Platt
We went to dinner on Monday night and an all too common scene took place. One of the waitresses stopped by our table and said, “The owner said you guys adopted him. That’s awesome.” At first I wasn’t bothered. I just smiled, told her that he’d been home 17 months, and that he was from Ethiopia. Then I mentioned that we have a little girl in Ethiopia who will hopefully be home in a few months. She responded with, “Oh you guys are such nice people. What a wonderful thing you did.” I smiled and said my usual response, “He is a blessing to us. ” But she wouldn’t stop. Over and over she said, “you’re just wonderful people…. what a nice thing to do!” Then she proceeded to just stand there and stare at us for awhile. I don’t know what she was hoping to see but it left us feeling a bit like we were on display at the zoo. She finally left and I was left with the now familiar annoyed/frustrating feeling.
Here’s the thing. I’m not a saint. I’m a mother – just like any other mother in the world.
I am cranky in the morning before I have my cup of coffee.
Sometimes I get frustrated sometimes with my strong willed toddler and have to work hard to control my temper.
Sometimes the laundry gets piled up and there have been times when John comes out to tell me he’s out of underwear.
Sometimes I give Mareto candy and plop him in front of the TV just because I’m tired and I need a break.
I don’t love waking up at 3am with a teething child and sometimes (like last night) I cry while rocking him because it’s taking so long and I’m so tired.
Sometimes I get tired, or hungry, or selfish and I snap at my husband.
Sometimes I get mad at perfectly innocent waitresses who are just trying to be nice and understand our family that looks a bit different than most families.
Sometimes I just want to go out with my child and not be stared at by strangers and asked by the cashier if he’s “mine.”
I feel incredible grateful for the gift of my child. Full arms are better than empty arms any time of the day… or night.
I look at the tiny shirts and pants I fold and think of how long I waited for this and feel so much love for my little man who creates impossible stains on his clothes.
I enjoy morning snuggles and hugs – pre or post coffee.
I struggle with maintaining consistency in Mareto’s training and discipline because he is so darn cute and I just want to give in to all his wants.
I miss him just a bit when I do get little mommy breaks and am so thankful to be with him again when my break is over.
I choose rocking him over leaving him in his crib because I love him and want to comfort him and meet his needs no matter how late it is or how tired I am.
I am thankful for my husband who is an incredible father and loves us so well.
I am so thankful that God chose adoption for our family.
Yep. I’m a mom, just like every other mom. I’m not perfect and I mess up daily. But at the end of every day I lay it all in the hands of my Father and ask him to make something beautiful out of my mistakes. I’m not “good.” I’m not doing a “nice thing.” I’m not a “rescuer.” I’m just a mom trying her hardest and leaving the rest up to God – praying that He’ll make up the difference… especially on days when the gap is incredibly large.