Wednesday, January 27, 2010
I was reminded today by Rebekah (my babies momma) that today marks the one year anniversary of me finding and picking them to be the parents of my baby. She is so good with dates. I had not put two and two together. For her though...the 27th is a very special day as it marks much heartache, waiting, hoping, and praying for a baby. Now though...this date will forever be remembered as the day the "promise" of a baby came to her through my "call."
If you can get past the bad grammar and spelling mistakes and the obsessive need to type "them" all the time...you can read my post one year ago here.
Life has certainly changed since one year ago. Instead of worrying about how I was going to handle giving up a baby and how my kids were going to react, and how I was going to react...I am now watching this precious boy grow in happiness. Life couldn't get much better for him...he has all he needs, and although I am so blessed just to be in his life, what also makes it wonderful for me is seeing the joy of parenting for the first time through Ben and Rebekah's eyes.
The other day Rebekah sent me an envelope full of Christmas pictures and a new set of Ty's hand prints. I love those by the way. In the letter she said something that blew me away. She said "look at our little boy." It stopped me in my tracks. All this time I have been trying so hard not to take anything away from them. I wanted all the firsts to be theirs...the first night...the first time putting baby into the car seat...the first staying up all night and getting no sleep LOL. Mostly though, I just wanted to take a step back and let them take the lead and step straight into the roll of parenting without me getting in the way and here she is calling Ty "our" little boy. She isn't afraid, she knows her place in Ty's life...and she has enough love for me to involve me in such a way as to call him my son as well as hers. It literally brought me to tears on how loved I felt in that moment. I know my place. I will be called Rebekah by him and he will know who I am. But the words "Our boy" Wow! The irony of it all. Thanks Rebekah!
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