Saying our goodbyes. This was harder than I thought it would be. How could I say "bye" to my son's birth-mom? Would I see her again? Would she be okay? Would she feel alone? IT WAS HARD. She asked if she could hold, kiss, and have a moment with him before leaving. It was beautiful. I got to watch the work of the Lord right in front of my eyes as she kissed him sweetly and did the most selfless thing any person could ever do. We loved her more than we could ever express in words.
As she walked out of the room with the social worker I just remember looking at Danny holding our son and saying "he's ours" as we had our first moment alone with him. Tears of joy streamed down both of our faces but our hearts ached for her as we knew this was the hardest thing she had ever done. On top of that she provided us with diapers, formula, clothes, shoes, blankets, and paci's so he would have everything he needed. She loved him and that was evident.
Adoption is beautiful, there is no doubt about that but in the midst of beauty, there is pain. It’s something I became aware of that very day. Something that will forever stir in my heart. Where there is one choice to love and adopt, there is always the other side and the other choice to love and give. Both are beautiful, both are hard, and both display true love in the most selfless way.
Hi, I'm Kansas! I wish we could be doing this face to face over coffee. Maybe someday, till then this will have to do!