I saw this picture at the thrift store and I hesitated because, as I have mentioned before, I have read many posts about the “wrongness” of celebrating adoption.
I have read about how it can be a tragedy for the biological connections. How adoption means loss because you’re not where you were “supposed” to be. So I wondered if I’d be judged if I posted it in a blog post.
But then I decided that I don’t care. I don’t want to minimize the pain that some on the other end experience. It is a tragedy in a lot of ways. It’s a tragedy that my kids’ biological parents will never know how amazing they are. And it is tragic that my kids will have questions that we might not be able to answer. But, I believe in my heart of hearts that they are actually supposed to be with us. I am honored to be their mom even on the bad days. Well maybe not every moment of all the bad days…
So I bought the picture and I put it in a yellow frame and I proudly showed it to Lizzie. She read it and said “I don’t get it.” I explained it to her and she was still quite unimpressed. 🤣 I’m sure the boys will have similar reactions. But that’s the thing, they are secure enough not to be moved by a picture from the thrift store. So I guess I really didn’t need to buy it at all. But I’m glad I did because it makes me happy and I love it. ❤️
We celebrate the adoption because for us, it was a blessing and I won’t be ashamed about that.￼￼￼￼￼￼ Someday (maybe even now), they might wonder why she made the choices she made, why she didn’t work harder to keep them or if she misses them. But they will never wonder that about me.