i found some paperwork from before we met you. notes i had taken during conversations with your social worker.
“he’s a monkey”, is something i had written down.
even then, at 2, you were silly and funny and making people laugh.
today, you’re 10.
typing that takes my breath away. makes my throat tighten up.
how did 10 arrive so quickly?
you are a miracle, my sweet boy.
this whole abuse, neglect, adoption thing~you’ve been dealt the most difficult hand.
the difficulty with words, the fears, the worries, the lingering effects of the trauma~you deal with it all, every day.
and it’s hard.
and it hurts.
and you keep going.
you keep fighting.
while all of these things may hold you back to some degree, they don’t stop you from enjoying your life.
they don’t keep you from moving forward.
you are one strong boy.
you face your fears every day.
you push through.
you fight back.
you thrive in spite of the harsh reality of your beginnings.
right now, as i ponder you, you are teaching me so much.
to push through my fears.
to talk about them, even when i don’t want to.
to be silly, even when life is hard.
to make people laugh, even when they are grumpy.
to enjoy, really enjoy, the things i like.
i am so excited about your life. so excited to see what the Lord has planned for you and how He will use your story.
we’re so glad you’re a part of our lives, our story.
happy year of being 10.