This is a picture of me in 2009, holding one of my dearest friend's daughter. I love my friend, I love her daughter. This has nothing to do with them. It has everything to do with being an adoptive parent. Little did I know when that photo was taken that I had a son, the exact same age (they were born a few days apart). But I would not get to see my son(s) for another 6 months (Boo and this baby were both almost 2 months old here). Who was holding my 2 month old baby? Who was comforting my 2 year old little boy? Tragedy had already struck their short lives. And yet I sit smiling, enjoying this baby and longing for mine.
This is just one tiny hurt, of the many big and small hurts that come from forming a family through adoption. Yes, I know all families have hurts and YES, of course I know that our family is filled to the brim with joys. But sometimes, these hurts come up for me, for the boys. There are no words to comfort.
