My Boy, he turned 4 yesterday.
I'm not saying this because I'm his mama. But he is the cutest, funniest, smartest, caring, compassionate, imaginative Boy I have ever seen. Again, it's just not 'cause I'm his mama. I swear.
About 10 times a day he asks me "Mommy, you sure you're happy?" I have NO idea where that came from. He started that about a year ago.
He'll say something he finds funny and says, "That was a joke, you get it?"
I love to listen to him playing when he has no idea I'm listening. He says the most imaginative, creative, WOW stuff, I've ever heard from a boy his age.
When we went on the Disney cruise without any provocation he said, " Thank you mommydaddy (yes, it's one word) I'm having soo much fun!"
He says I love you all the time. He's a good boy (that can have a temper to rival his goodness)
But it never fails. Every Nov. 28th, I wonder if she knows, realizes, or cares what she gave up.
Who walks away from that? I know it was for the best, whatever her reasons. She gave me the greatest gift one human can give another.
But it never fails, for what ever reason, I want her to know what a great son I have. Not what a good job I've done raising him. But what a wonderful Boy she gave birth to. What a wonderful little boy he is, all on his own. I know he would make her proud.
Does that make any sense?
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Every November 28, I wonder what she wonders
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I agree. And I understand. But keep in mind that God created him for you to raise. He created HER to carry him. This WHOLE concept was perfectly orchestrated by God. Now, I don't know the circumstances of The Boy's adoption but I do know that God is GOOD and that EVERY perfect gift comes from above. You are truly blessed. I can't wait for the day I can say those words..."my son". :*)
Makes perfect sense to me. From one old blessed adoptive mom to another -- have a wonderful year with him -- and get ready to homeschool ;-)
My son turned 2 on the 22nd, and I was thinking about his birthmother too. However, I was blessed to be able to talk to her when she called to wish him a happy birthday.
His birthfather, though, is a different story. I can't help but wonder if he ever thinks about his little namesake and if he'll ever want to meet him. . .
she doesn't deserve to know.
Because his sissy said so =P
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