Three days after he was born, we got a call. A Cambodian/ Laotian/ Cuban boy has been born and his birth mom has chosen us from our profile. Did we want to meet him? We hurried home from the beach vacation that we had been on and got ourselves out to the town where he was. Josh was already with his (amazingly wonderful) temporary foster family. We met him for the first time at the offices of our adoption agency.
From the first moment I laid eyes on him, I knew that he was supposed to be ours. I know it sounds hugely cheesy but it's true. He was a five pound, wrinkly, old man-looking Asian baby with a slightly yellow hue from the jaundice. But he was gorgeous. And I was so incredibly ready to be a mom . . . to this specific child.
Today he is nine years old and ninety pounds. He's gone from being vastly underweight and "failure to thrive" to being a bit overweight. He has strong opinions and has worked really, really hard to be as functional as he is. There is so much that he can do that the doctors told us that he might not ever do (like see, walk, feed himself).
The most important thing is that he knows that he is greatly loved. He knows that I'm his Mama and I know that he's my baby. Joshua is profoundly loved by the four other people in his immediate family and by a huge extended community. As I take a minute to remember and celebrate Josh's birth and how he was brought into our family, I am so grateful.
Happy birthday Josh!! Love that picture of him above.
ReplyDeleteWhat JOY!!! I loved reading your reflection... xoxo
ReplyDelete:) Those are such uplifting and happy words to read! Happy Birthday Josh!
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