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| Baby Kyrsta Grace born 11/14/06 |
4 years ago this week, I became a mother for the very first time. My world of population TJ and Jamie seemed to turn into population Kyrsta (sounds like kEEr-sta) the very instant she entered it. I. Loved. Her. And for two years, she was what we lived for. She was beautiful, and CRAZY intense, and my everything.
I was doing some deep cleaning in a closet this week and stumbled across a framed picture of Kyrsta's ultrasound picture. I remember looking at that picture while still pregnant with her, dreaming of what she would be like, and what our life would be like once she arrived. I wondered if she would love being our oldest child, our guinea pig full of mixed signals and untamed love. I can tell you today, she loves everything we give her. She loves being loved (her daddy is her favorite). And we love to love her, still full of mixed signals and crazy untamed love. And she loves NOT being the oldest.
2 years ago this week, we had two more beautiful babies (6 and 8 year old babies) move in to our home, and start their journey as being our children. That was such an emotional time. We couldn't promise them forever yet, and they were confused and losing so much of their past lives. It makes me want to cry for them when I try to imagine the things that they must have been thinking and feeling that first week they moved into our home. I'm tearing up now. I worried that they would be angry with me forever for wanting them, for taking them away from everything they had been finally getting used to in their foster home; and for wanting to adopt them. And in the beginning, I think they were. That was hard. Poor babies. MY poor babies.
And now we have today. I celebrate becoming a mother. I celebrate the life of my Kyrsta Grace. I celebrate the coming of two hurting children into their forever home. And I mourn the loses of my childrens' past and the things that should have been that never were.
~Lord, I give my children into your hands. Keep them safe from harm and protect their hearts from this world that will for sure try to hurt them. Heal the hurts that are already there that I can not take away. You are the one whom life is worth living for. I pray they grow to know that. That you open their hearts, as you did ours, to a life that more then likely will not look they way they think it will, or will want it to. But in all things, give them great love. May they say yes to love, always yes. And may we, as their parents, lead by example. Amen.








