Last week during our February vacation from school, we took a trip to meet Great Gram for the first time. After visiting Great Gram, we had some lunch with Great aunt Jackie and Great uncle Al. We had pizza and built some wooden toys. Gramma and Grandpa came for a visit too!
The trip was fun, and it made us think about what a multigenerational miracle adoption is. God did not simply put four kids with new parents, He is weaving together a whole family. Adoption is not a miracle that last only a moment, it stretches far into the past and far into the future changing much more than one branch of a family tree forever. Nothing will ever be the same.
Right now it's hard to imagine our children as they will be when they're older. It's hard to imagine our babies will ever grow up. But they're already growing and changing so much and so fast. Last night at bedtime Lucas asked me to pray that God would make a girl from his class his wife someday. As silly as that sounds coming out of the mouth of a second grader, the truth is that somewhere out there is the girl who will someday be the woman that captures my little boy's heart. And nothing will ever be the same for them.
Maynara will be 11 next month. I'm getting the impression from my teacher friends and more experienced mommy friends that 11 is the top of a slippery slope toward teenagerdom. We're trusting that God will bind us together quickly and tightly so that we can navigate those confusing and tumultuous years with wisdom and grace. But even so, nothing will ever be the same!
But... we didn't sign up for "the same" when we decided to follow the call to adopt. Everything is different, true. And this is the kind of different that changes lives for the better. Lots of lives.
2 comments:
So sweet... It is bittersweet to reflect on how nothing will ever be the same as it is right now; it makes me sad about saying goodbye to who my children are right now but also excited about who they are growing up to be.
Praying for your son's future wife yields good results. I know because I began praying for the little girls who would grow up to be the women my son's would one day marry when they were still in the hospital right after their birth. One down, one to go.
Love,
Vovo
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