Ramblings - Adoption

Adoption is not a requirement for sainthood. While I know that’s an odd thing to say, believe it or not, one of our neighbors told me often what a saint I was for what I was "doing for these kids", etc.

Seriously?

Parenting is parenting, regardless of where the child started out in life. Parenting is hard. It brings out the best and the worst in those who choose it. When my kids were little, I was not in a happy place and it was really hard for me to truly love them. Why did I keep adopting? Because I was guided and directed to do so. Someday I might look back and see the blessings and the good things from parenting, but right now I see other things. I can only hope that my children can forgive me for being so harsh when they were so little and innocent. Not to make an excuse, but I had no clue what I was doing and I didn’t get the opportunity to love the child while it was growing in the womb or experience the excruciating pain and then the exhilaration of delivering that child and then starting with a tiny being from the beginning of it’s life. I feel I have forgiven myself and been forgiven by He who knows me. Still, I’m no saint. Even saints were imperfect people. Just sayin’.

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