Like many of you, I have a few favorite blogs that I read/stalk. Today one made me realize something very helpful.
Like many adoptive moms, I have struggled with the idea of 'being a mom.' I mean there wasn't any pushing/popping out of the child, no stretch marks (so you think), stories of all that birthing stuff. So in some ways I am not a 'normal' mom and although those moments becoming farther and farther apart, they still pop up once in a while. (which is fine, please do NOT feel like you need to edit yourself around me!)
Anyway, a few months ago when I was having those weird chest pains, I did the 'what if I died' thoughts. And I wasn't really worried about the dying or what would happen to me.
I was worried for our girls. Would they be OK? Would they take care of each other? Would have I've left behind be enough for them? (And I was worried about Josh, in a different way).
As this blogger pointed out (after a scary plane-landing experience when she thought the same things), ....realizing that, is when I realized that I really AM their mommy.
Dear Lord, bless Jules and Gwynn and let them know we LOVE their girls and our WHOLE lives are to these precious children.
