It is the holiday season again. Thanksgiving just past, Christmas looming around the corner and Halloween is a not-so-distant memory. It is a great time of year to be a kid.
Last year at this time, I was pretty much a mess. I haven't gone back to look at my posts from that time, but I know for a fact that tears were my mainstay. I missed you so much and wanted you with us so badly.
I must say, not much of that has changed. I cry less (just because I think my tear supply is permanently diminished). But the the longing for you is the same.
While it might seem silly, Halloween was hard this year. There were a few reasons why, but one at the top of the list was because we didn't get to see you all dressed up. We had all the boys, in costume and together. But you were missing.
This weekend when we were celebrating Thanksgiving, I found that while I have so much to be thankful for, my thoughts always come right back to you and how I wish you were here with us.
|Your brothers D and LanMan - your cousin A also at the table.|
If you look closely your (birth)father is in the background.
|LanMan with your cousin B|
I wanted to hold you on my lap while you napped from shear exhaustion from all of the busyness of the day.
Instead of that, when we took pictures, you were missing. You didn't get to sit at the table with us. You weren't rolling around on the floor playing with your brothers. We weren't passing you around from aunt to aunt, oogling over how positively adorable you are.
|Me and all my sisters (your aunts) and my mom (your gma)|
I sure hope that my counselor is right when she says that the way things are right now is not necessarily how they will be forever. I don't know if I can bear the thought of not having a relationship with you for much longer. And you are only 20 months old!
I am glad you have great parents who adopted you. I know they take very good care of you and that you are happy. For that, I suppose I am thankful.
But I won't pretend that I don't want a do-over when it comes to choosing to let you be raised in a different family. The problem is, there are no do-overs with adoption. We chose that path for you and now we are all living the consequences. Thankfully your consequences are unnoticeable right now. You are young and happy. We are the only ones visibly grieved by your loss. I do know that this will not always be the case. As time goes on, you will be the one who is conflicted and forced to deal with all of the issues that are inherent to those who are adopted.
I would guess that someday you are going to wonder how we felt about our decision to place you with another family. I hope that you know that just because we chose adoption when we did, it does not mean we ever stopped loving you or that we didn't think about you all day, every day.
We all miss you. Every one of us. Adoption has not just changed me, but it has changed all of us. Your (birth) father, your brothers, your grandparents, our extended families and even our closest friends. We miss you. We wish you were here with us, part of the family you were born into.
But you are not with us. You don't get to share in the family get-togethers. And it is our own fault. We did what we thought was best for you at the time. Unfortunately we didn't realize the consequences of that decision. We were wrong. We could have and should have raised you. But we can't fix it now.
What we can do is be ready and available for the moment when we are allow a little access to you by your parents. And we hope and pray that once you are capable of having a say in it, that you will want to have a relationship with us too.
Now to be clear. This has little or nothing to do with your adoptive parents. They are so good to you. They love you and care for you just exactly how we wanted you to be loved by two married parents. They are excellent parents as far as we can tell (and we believe it to be so). All that I am saying is that I wish you would have stayed with us. Even if it was hard. Even if we weren't married and you had to be shuttled between two homes. In hindsight, that is nothing compared to the complication we have created by choosing a completely different family to raise you.
|Me and your (birth)father at Jessica's wedding|
I hope that we are so available to you that you never wonder about our love and commitment to you. I hope that you are allowed time with our family so you can know first hand all of your family and how much we all love you. If there is any way to make this adoption story happy for you, we will do whatever it takes.
We love you dear Brit. More than can ever be put to words.
Your first mother
P.S. On a single happy note, I got more Christmas gifts for you last night. Your (birth)father and I have already been shopping for you for several weeks (he actually bought your first present without me around!). We finally figured out what gift to get you this past weekend and last night I found exactly what we were looking for. When I bought it, I immediately went over to his house and had to show it off. We can't wait for you to get it. Maybe we will even get to see you open it, maybe...