This was not part of my plan. I did not want to parent 3 children before my 25th birthday, nor did I ever imagine I could. Sometimes, I feel crazy… actually, I always feel crazy when someone asks me my age, or when I am with people my own age. Yes, I am 24, and my husband and I have adopted 3 kids internationally. Yes, it is crazy. No, it was never part of MY plan. That’s what I often want to say, sort of shrugging off my own participation in the matter.
But, no, you know what’s crazy?
My best moments aren’t spent being 24, being carefree or whatever 24 year olds do… my best moments are spent with these 3, loving these 3 and being loved by them.
Missing out on the way Gus runs into my arms and slobbers all over my face. Missing out on Lena’s tender hugs, which make me feel like the most special person in the world. Missing out on Reed’s silly jokes, which make me laugh until my stomach hurts.
I won’t lie… there is a cost– a cost to adoption and a cost to parenting, but the reward?
“I’m not telling you it’s going to be easy. I’m telling you it’s going to be worth it.” -Art Williams
4 thoughts on “Missing out on what?”
Oh how I love you and your BIG heart!
love this. love you. now i’m crying
So true, my friend, at any age this is so true. Thanks for following the call.
Molly!!!! I haven’t gotten to congratulate you yet on bringing Gus home! Looks like all the kids are getting along so well. Congratulations on your adorable new addition!