It began with a observation about Mary.
As my son flipped through the pages of his children's Bible he found the story of the angels telling Mary she would give birth to the baby Jesus.
"Where's Mary? Where's Mary?" he repeated. He is full of questions these days.
I asked him what was special about Mary. Did he know that Mary carried baby Jesus in her belly?
A look of wonder came across his face.
"Jesus in Mary's belly?"
"Yes"
"Journey in Aunt Chrissy's belly."
(His Aunt Chrissy just had my newest niece, named Journey, and he remembers that he got to touch her belly before Journey arrived.)
And then the words came out of his mouth...
"[Gambo] in Mama's belly... [Gambo] in Mama's belly?"
... my ears heard them in slow motion. And then all of the sudden I felt tears welling up.
"Oh, Sweetheart, I so wish you were in my belly!"
I run over to scoop him into my arms, while I sit on the floor with him.
"I didn't get to carry you in my belly. That was your first mama, your birth mama. She got to carry you in her belly, in Uganda."
"Uganda?"
"Yes, that's where you were born." (And then I continue to tell him his story again, as I have told him before, about how he came to be in our family... only this time I sense he understands it with more clarity about what it really means)
I have to pause every now and then to keep from bursting into sobs.
He snuggles closer and lets out a little whimper.
I hold him and tell him that I will never leave him. I will be his mama forever, God willing.
He's stuck with me until he is 105!
Eventually we are both looking into each others eyes and giggling. He feels safe again. He feels reassured.
This is only the beginning... many more questions will come. Many more heart wrenching moments. Many more opportunities for connection. Many more smiles and giggles.
This is adoption. This is life. This is God weaving together a family in one of the most amazing ways.
Praise Him!
[Gambo] is the nickname I use for him on this blog.
As my son flipped through the pages of his children's Bible he found the story of the angels telling Mary she would give birth to the baby Jesus.
"Where's Mary? Where's Mary?" he repeated. He is full of questions these days.
I asked him what was special about Mary. Did he know that Mary carried baby Jesus in her belly?
A look of wonder came across his face.
"Jesus in Mary's belly?"
"Yes"
"Journey in Aunt Chrissy's belly."
(His Aunt Chrissy just had my newest niece, named Journey, and he remembers that he got to touch her belly before Journey arrived.)
And then the words came out of his mouth...
"[Gambo] in Mama's belly... [Gambo] in Mama's belly?"
... my ears heard them in slow motion. And then all of the sudden I felt tears welling up.
"Oh, Sweetheart, I so wish you were in my belly!"
I run over to scoop him into my arms, while I sit on the floor with him.
"I didn't get to carry you in my belly. That was your first mama, your birth mama. She got to carry you in her belly, in Uganda."
"Uganda?"
"Yes, that's where you were born." (And then I continue to tell him his story again, as I have told him before, about how he came to be in our family... only this time I sense he understands it with more clarity about what it really means)
I have to pause every now and then to keep from bursting into sobs.
He snuggles closer and lets out a little whimper.
I hold him and tell him that I will never leave him. I will be his mama forever, God willing.
He's stuck with me until he is 105!
Eventually we are both looking into each others eyes and giggling. He feels safe again. He feels reassured.
This is only the beginning... many more questions will come. Many more heart wrenching moments. Many more opportunities for connection. Many more smiles and giggles.
This is adoption. This is life. This is God weaving together a family in one of the most amazing ways.
Praise Him!
[Gambo] is the nickname I use for him on this blog.
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