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Brothers, love is a teacher, but a hard one to obtain: learning to love is hard and we pay dearly for it. It takes hard work and a long apprenticeship, for it is not just for a moment that we must learn to love, but forever. (Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov)
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It actually flashed through my mind when I realized the illness would probably prevent us from having more biological kids -- except then I realized the only reason it would prevent us from having biological kids is the raising part, not the physical ability to have kids. So, oh well.
The part about wanting a child of one sex or other: it continues to be a weird source of joy for me that our probably last child is a third boy BECAUSE, while I have always consciously refused to embrace my feelings in this matter, there is no doubt that the unwilled emotional desire for a girl was strongest during that pregnancy, especially after having our first girl the previous time and with thinking how great it would be for her to have a sister. I felt disappointment during the ultrasound when I was told his sex, even though I didn't allow myself to "think" disappointment. I can't tell you how crazy I am about him now. I regularly say things to my husband like, "I'm so glad he's a boy, and not a girl, because he's him." I don't know how prospective adoptive parents can arrive at the same "this is the one meant for us" certainty as when a mother is told the sex of the child in her womb or just emerged from it, but I guess not having your mind set on one or the other (in hopes of influencing your heart) is one step?
I don't know myself, but I'm the kind of person whose regular prayer is "Whatever."
Beautiful - thanks for passing this on.
Thanks for sharing such a wonderful post and blog...
I am totally in love with my little guy...
I would love to give an older boy a home as well!! God willing!!
Carla
www.bringinghenryhome.blogspot.com
We adopted a 7 and 11 year-old brother & sister from Russia in 1998 or 99. It's worked out. The scary part I think is simply the decision to do it.
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