Three weeks ago I was nervously wandering around a guest room in Ethiopia trying to focus on packing my suitcase. My little one was gazing out the window periodically yelling, “Beep, beep”. It was the beginning of a two day journey to bring our little boy home. Such a time of emotions.
Late that night, when I sat down on the airplane in Addis Ababa, Ethiopia with Hudson in my arms, overwhelmed with emotion, the tears started flowing (I did the same thing with Roxie). A hard, ugly cry that I could not turn off. Finally. My family of four would soon be together.
We arrived safely home and reality starting sinking in. The first week is the hardest. It just is. Without going into details it’s a challenging, joyous, straining, tiring, happy, overwhelming week.
But it’s under our belt and we are moving forward.
Now the second and third week are over and I still have to blink twice to believe that I have two one year olds standing at my feet begging to be picked up, hugged, kissed, rocked, played with . . .
Even through the transition, I couldn’t be happier that the Lord has blessed me in such a way that I get to be a part of Roxie Kyle and Hudson’s lives. Recently, I read a blog post in which I was reminded that these children are gifts to enjoy, not tasks to complete. This is definitely a reminder I need because I am such a to-do list person. So today, on this first day of November, three weeks after being a mom of two “gifts” I am thanking God for all the blessings that flow from their lives being intertwined with mine.
Two sippy cups to keep full
Two car seats in my rearview mirror
Two mouths to feed
Two diapers to change
Two sets of teeth to brush
Two sounds of children’s laughter
Two voices calling for mama
Twenty fingernails and toenails to clip
Double the toys littering the floor
“Sing praises to the Lord, O you his saints,
and give thanks to his holy name.
For his anger is but for a moment,
and his favor is for a lifetime.
Weeping may tarry for the night,
but joy comes with the morning.”