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It’s World Adoption Day.
Whether it’s today or their personal adoption days, or their homecoming days: celebrating these milestones honestly always has a side of cringe with it for me. Don’t get me wrong: THEY are worth celebrating. They are absolute miracles in my life that I will thank God for entrusting to me every day I breathe air. But celebrating the act of adoption is never going to be a fully hearts and rainbows affair. It will always be bittersweet. It will always bring to mind the devastation of a family that had to occur first. And I will always make space for that heartbreak to exist right along side our jubilation. To recognize one and ignore the other would be a lie. It would dishonor their story and the journey their mothers took to bring them into the world, the selfless courage required to allow me to raise them.
Adoption is no secret here. It’s never something to be hidden or shamed by. It also not something to be sugarcoated or tokenized. It’s an intricate web of emotions and relationships woven into a life so beautifully complex it could only be a work of God. So on days like today I let myself feel all of those feelings. I hold my sons’ mothers close in my heart. I mourn their loss in the same breath that I am overcome with gratitude to God for the privilege that is mothering them. ❤️
