I have been blessed beyond measure with my two boys. And I am so thankful for them. I love them so much that it hurt sometimes. And sometimes other things hurt too about this adoption process. One of those things occurred today. Austin found a photo album with 7 pictures in it from when he was a newborn. I looked at them with him and told him that it was Austin when he was just born. But that is all I could tell him. I wasn't there for that whole first year of his life. I can't tell him when he first smiled, when he first rolled over, what he wore home from the hospital. I wasn't there. That is so hard.
While this just tears me up inside, it also makes me so thankful for the "firsts" that I have been a part of. I am glad that we got to see him take his first steps, say his first sentences, work on potty training, ect.
I was in Walmart parking lot yesterday and I saw a mother screaming at her son, swearing at him, calling him names, ect because he didn't do something that she thought he should do. It make me so sad. Kids are such a blessing from God. And so many parents don't realize the blessing they have been given in their children. They don't realize how amazing it really is to have a newborn from your own body, bring them home, watch them sleep, eat, grow.
These days are precious to me. I am thankful for my boys. I want to be the best mommy I can be. I want them to grow in the knowledge of the Savior and in favor with God and with man. I want my boys to grow into Godly young men who know they are loved by the family they were adopted into. I want them to never wonder about our love, even if we can't tell them about the first year of their lives. I hope they know that beyond all doubt, we love them much more than we ever love ourselves!
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