Play soccer!!! Spend time with my family, ride my dirt bike, and play video games with my dad.”
Two weeks into this mayhem of four kiddos and that’s become our new goal – preventing death by cannibalization. Yeah, we’ve lowered our standards a bit folks. And there you have it…adoption week #2.
Okay…so I’ll elaborate a bit. Life is a series of beginnings and endings. Some we anticipate with great enthusiasm, while others leave us struggling for air as the tide pulls us under. We survived what may have been the looooongest 18 hour plane ride from Ethiopia to DC ever. (I will spare you the details.) Needless to say, we were elated to be home. A new beginning with our family of six. And yes, this was a long-awaited, celebrated beginning. We knew when we stepped off the plane that it was the ending of our comfy Medina five. Our life map was leading us into the great unknown once again, and we were willing to trust the ONE that held the compass.
They say about raising children that “the days are long, but the years are short.” And isn’t that God’s honest truth? Every parent wears exhaustion. And every parent eventually stands dumbstruck by the passing of time. Me too.
I stood at the sink the other day as the sun sprayed a few welcomed rays across my kitchen floor. Funny how much I enjoyed the warmth until my focus pulled back and scanned the multiple smudges the sunlight had accentuated all over my kitchen windows. I sighed deep, my first response, defeated in my never ending efforts to shiny up this home. Smudges…everywhere. From sun stained windows, to sticky refrigerator handles. And I can remember a time when this sorta thing…smudges… would have sent me into a cleaning marathon. But not that day. This mama has learned that there is meaning in those smudges. And what “home” is without? What life is without? There is a reason why shiny doesn’t last long in my kid-filled home. Because we have a “life” filled home. Yep, we do a lot of living in these walls. And each of these little smudges reminds me of the little people that I adore most. And what of this smudged up mama? Aren’t we all? Yes, we can spend the ridiculous to shiny ourselves up…but it won’t take long for life to smudge up the polish. Does not the smudged up part of us grow into our very DNA? Yes,I believe it forms us. What freedom is found embracing the smudged. Yeah, Jesus was something like that. An embracer of the smudged. I love that about Him, and I want my kids to love that about me.
Forgive me friends. I have been reluctant in sharing updates regarding our adoption journey. It’s not for lack of news, but more to do with a shifting process over in Ethiopia that has caused much angst for a lot of us this side of the ocean. The husband and I accepted a referral for an ADORABLE 5 1/2 year old little girl back in December. I know… YAHOO! And true to the nature of adoption, after all the months of stagnant waiting, we were suddenly slingshot into a frenzy of paperwork, appointments, and family expansion planning. Beautifully overwhelming. But, there was an ever present hesitation in our enthusiasm as news regarding reform efforts in Ethiopia headed our way. So, we proceeded with guarded caution as stories of halted adoptions began to sweep over our joy. An then it got personal.