Saturday, April 12, 2008

So many firsts...

I know this is true for a lot of adoptive parents, you spend a lot of time thinking of your child-what do they look like, are they healthy and happy?  I have been waiting for so long.  Today marks 14 months that I have officially been waiting for my daughter and for the most part I am ok with the ever expanding wait times.  But I can't help but remember that when I started my journey I was expecting a 12-14 month wait.  I was expecting to have a referral for my daughter this month and I expected to travel this June.  My mother had to tell our family in Hong Kong that we would NOT be meeting them there this summer.  I have yet to tell them to meet me in Hanoi later this year instead.  I'm holding this one close to my heart so that only a few can catch a glimpse of the miracle that is my son. 

I can't help but think of him, as I do my daughter.  And of late, a new sensation has set in---I get this feeling that he is here.  Somewhere in the world my Haven is alive and my heart stretches across the ocean to him.  Can he feel me?  I pray that there is someone there to hold him close and comfort him.  I pray that angels surround him and those caring for him.  He will experience so many firsts--first smile, first cry, first tooth--the list is endless.

I will experience my own set of firsts.  I try to imagine what that moment will be like when I get "the call".  How will I react?  I will fall in love, for the first time, with no strings attached.  No conditions that set limits on what my heart is allowed to feel.  I will feel every emotion, I want to feel every emotion.  And I want my son to know how much his life has touched mine already.    

I push my imagination further...what will it be like when they finally put him in my arms?  Will we just stare at each other and wonder what happens next?  Or will we both give over to the tears?  His from pain of loss and confusion and mine from unspeakable joy and absolute fear? 

I imagine my first hug.  My first kiss from my son.  The first time he grabs my hand to play.  I'm not sure I'll be able to hide the tears then either.  My poor child will think I leak!

I imagine the first time I hear him say "mama". 

When does it all become real?  When I receive that referral, when I hold him for the first time or the first time I hear him call for me?



Anonymous April 13, 2008 at 7:41 AM  

My friend sent me this blog, as she is awaiting travel to Vietnam, and my daughter's name is Haven! I wish you the best of luck and hope that everything comes together for you very soon.

Kelli April 13, 2008 at 12:13 PM  

That is so sweet! I have been thinking about the same things. It's surreal and exciting!

Meredith April 14, 2008 at 12:04 AM  

So sweet!

Kate April 14, 2008 at 4:05 PM  

Oh, that made me cry. So beautiful and I love the song.


About This Blog

This started as my story, but has evolved to OUR story. This is the story of life as a single parent to a wonderful little boy while we wait for baby sister. China LID 2.12.07.

But these things I plan won't happen right away. Slowly, steadily, surely, the time approaches when the vision will be fulfilled. If it seems slow, be patient! For it will surely take place. It will not be late by a single day.
Habakkuk 2:3

  © Free Blogger Templates 'Photoblog II' by 2008

Back to TOP