Adoption has been on my mind a lot lately…and no, we aren’t gearing up quite yet for number four. I just keep seeing families with babies or dreams of babies and it makes my heart leap. Birth in any circumstance in such a beautiful phenomenon and I’m in awe each time I see a new face brought into this world.
My oldest son is turning five in a month and it is knocking the wind out of me. I remember like it was yesterday getting the call that we had been chosen by his birth mom… feeling a combination of freak out, total peace, and pure joy. They told me he was due in a month, but not even one week after the first phone call she went into labor and our sweet Josiah was born.
We didn’t know if it was a boy or girl until 6 hours after he arrived. We drove all night from Kansas City to Jacksonville, Fl on pure adrenaline…I literally drove 15 hours straight. We were going to be parents. A precious woman was deciding her son’s path as we drove those 22 hours full of hope and anxiety. I still cannot believe she chose us.
Etched in my memory is the phone call we received around 7am, while still on the road. “It’s a boy! He’s here!” She asked if we had a name, and we gave the one that God had spoken into Bart’s ear three years before…Josiah would be our first born son. We tore open a Bible and started reading all the parts about Josiah as we barreled down the highway, trying desperately not to speed. Tears of joy fell down my face, over and over, as I let myself imagine for the first time, what it would be like to have a son.
Little did I know what an incredible little boy we were given. I could not have asked for a more precious and beautiful soul to care for as I began my journey of motherhood. Even though I’d worked with kids forever, it was rough out of the starting gate. I stumbled and fell and cried selfish woes…but my son smiled through it all.
I love to love my son. He is one of a kind.*
*saving the rest of my gushing for his birthday post next month.