I must admit that there have already been several seasons when I just didn't want to talk about adoption anymore.
However, I was then approached by a sweet young couple struggling with infertility, an older gentleman who was placed for adoption as an infant, a middle aged woman who had an abortion in her teens, a birth grandmother whose daughter chose adoption, and/or an individual whose attitude/opinions towards adoption broke my heart.
In those moments, I found my selfishness quietly disappear. I found myself listening intently with compassion. I found myself uncovering myths. I found myself encouraging couples with the fact that a parent is a parent regardless of how life starts. I found myself overwhelmingly emotional. I once again found the joy in sharing our story...our Journey to Jaxson. I found myself in God's very presence.
I have come to realize that this is a gigantic part of God's plan for my life.
With that said, here I am. Ask me.
Yes. I am his mother. Yes. Another sweet woman carried him for 9 months. Yes. She loves him. Yes. I believe in open adoptions. Yes. I love his birth family. Yes. He was worth every piece of paperwork and home visit. Yes. He was worth every penny spent. Yes. He looks like his birth mother. Yes. He looks like me. I see my heart when he smiles, and I hear my heart break when he cries. Yes. He is perfect! No. I wouldn't do anything different.
Loved this. Brought tears to my eyes!
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