Last Mother's Day was a lot different than this years Mother's Day. It was technically my first Mother's Day. We had already gone to Ethiopia for our court date and Bruike and Sitotawe had become Abram and Ellis Wells which was something to celebrate. The hard part was they were not with us for Mother's Day. At the time we were back in the States waiting for the approval to go back and get the boys for good.
I knew it was going to be a hard day because it was a Sunday. We were going to church and there was going to be a baby dedication and I was going to see people I love and people that love me and I knew they were going to wish me a Happy Mother's Day. All wonderful and beautiful things yet all things I knew were going to make me cry. So that's what I did. I held it in as much as I could but spent a lot of the day in tears being thankful to be a Mom but sad that I couldn't be with my boys at the time.
Now that we've had the boys for a year, days like last Mothers Day seem so insignificant. I had hard days through the adoption process but being with the boys makes it feel like it was nothing. What I thought seemed like the hardest thing I'd ever done now seems like no big deal. I think about this good news trumping bad news kind of thing in a lot of areas in my life. Probably all. But especially in Mothering. Sometimes I feel isolated, without purpose, lacking in knowledge, and exhausted. But at the same time I can't rid of the peace and joy that comes from knowing I'm doing what I was created to do. I know that ultimately God is in control of their lives and if I'm being faithful than that's all I can do.
Loved reading this post! Being able to keep up with y'all is so fun, love your heart.
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