This is not becoming a baby blog, I promise.
As in the photo above, he spends a lot of time sleeping, recovering from jet lag and oodles of new experiences that have obviously tuckered him out. And, truly, I haven’t had the energy to take photos during our play sessions at 4:00 AM. It’s my aim, though, to share his funny little smile with everyone. It’s irresistible.
We’re so lucky, really. When you adopt, you have to be prepared. You have no idea how each child will handle the changes that take place in such a situation…being separated from the birth mother, from the caregivers at the orphanage, and mostly from the close bond with the foster mother. It can be pretty traumatic. You’re educated about the potential for adjustment difficulties and bonding issues. You’re told that you may not feel like a parent for quite some time after your child comes home. You’re enouraged to read books and articles about how to handle the challenges that adoption brings. I thought I was as prepared as I could be for those things.
What I wasn’t prepared for was how open and loving this little baby was going to be. He snuggled his head into my neck the moment they put him in my arms. I just melted. As I do every time he grins at me. Or every time he laughs. And especially the other morning when I came downstairs after Scott had spent many hours bonding with him. When he turned and saw me…he reached for me. I thought I was going to burst into tears.
I’ve felt like a mother from the first second I laid eyes on him. I know Scott feels the same way about fatherhood. Yep. We’re lucky.