Elijah has been home with us for 17 days. Each of them better than the last. I have to confess, I planned for these first few months to be hellacious. A toddler trying to get used to us, Barrett trying to get used to a brother, combined with the neglect and delays Elijah was facing…I was just nervous for what was to come. Very prepared, knowing that it would all be worth it, but nervous nonetheless.
It simply hasn’t been the nightmare I expected. In fact it’s been one of the most amazing things I’ve ever experienced. Elijah literally learns HUGE things every day. When he came home, baths, brushing his teeth, and being told “no” led to epic, 30 minute long scream-fests complete with thrashing, arching his back and head butting his mother in the face. (And that kids got a noggin:). While they were exhausting, it only happened a couple of times a day, and these fits seemed perfectly appropriate considering all that he’s been through. I expected it to take several months for them to subside. But instead they get shorter every day. His frustration can be assuaged much quicker. Barrett stealing his toy used to cause 15 minutes of tears and hurt feelings, now it just usually takes 60 seconds. He played in the bath tub a few nights ago. I had to make him get out! These are the small things. But to me they are some of the most beautiful acts I’ve ever witnessed.
Today was my favorite. Since Eli’s been home we’ve been to the park and playgrounds often. For the most part he wants to find a quiet spot, stare at the ground and jump up and down. We’ve been trying to get him to engage with the play equipment: show him how to spin the wheel, go down the slide, or walk across the shaky bridge. He sometimes humors us for a minute before returning to his solitude of jumping. And sometime he HATES it, and you would think the slide was a form of child torture. Again, this is all 100% okay with us…baby steps. But over the last few days it’s gotten a bit better.
Then today, I was talking to another mom at the playground, I thought the Elijah was just wandering around neaby until he landed at the bottom of the slide grinning ear to ear. He had crawled through the doorway, climbed up the slide and slid down all of his own. Elijah was playing, and loved it! It was all I could do to hold back tears. Elijah is growing and thriving, and the most beloved little person I could imagine.
To be given Elijah and Barrett is more than any person could ask for. I feel like the luckiest mom on the planet. Now, mind you, last Friday when they were both melting down at the same time for half the afternoon, and I’m holding them both while they swat at me and each other, I didn’t feel so warm and fuzzy. But I did eventually laugh at the whole thing and knew for certain that I wouldn’t change it for anything. These boys are all ours, and we are all theirs, temper tantrums and all.
I’ve been told a lot lately how lucky Elijah is to have us. And that we’re so amazing for choosing to adopt a toddler who’s had such difficult past. And I’ve been quick to say that we’re the lucky ones. That we needed him. Often I think that anyone would do the same thing.
However, that isn’t entirely true. Not everyone would do this, and there was some sacrifice in choosing to adopt Elijah. He IS lucky to have us, and there were some significant risks on our part. Now that he’s home, we are completely in love, and do feel like the lucky ones. But when we made the decision, I am convinced that we made it only because of Jesus.
Here’s what I mean..The greatest thing in my life is the hope and peace and joy that come for knowing that the creator of the universe loves me unconditionally, and I have the opportunity to love him right back. Throughout our struggles with infertility, miscarriages, my sister’s horrendous illness, and Dustin’s father’s tragic death I have seen how unbelievably faithful God is. He did not always sweep in and rescue us from our pain. Sometimes our circumstances felt unbearable, but again and again we experienced the still small voice reminding us that we are loved, we are OKAY, we are not alone. That yes, the circumstances are jacked up, but God was and is there to carry us through.
It is through our Heavenly Father’s love and support that our hearts are open to love right back. It’s because or a relationship with God that we at least try (often unsuccessfully) to listen to that tiny voice that prompts towards what is good and pure and true and holy. And I believe whole-heartedly that is only because of God’s tremendous love for us that we have been equipped to love Elijah even before we met him. We loved him when we saw his picture and heard his description. We couldn’t help but love him.
I also believe that it was God that created this desire in our hearts for Elijah. 26 days ago, we were ONLY planning to adopt a newborn, but then we received a phone call, and in a matter of 2 hours we both KNEW that we wanted to parent this sweet boy. Whoever this Elijah was, we wanted to be his mom and dad. We just wouldn’t have made such a dramatic change on our own. I know it was that tiny voice speaking straight to our hearts. It makes me so grateful to have a loving God that has brought out family together. He has brought unbelievable beauty from the ashes of loss and heartache. We are so grateful and so in love with our Savior, and with these unbelievably precious boys.
This chapter of our story is closing with a little family in love. I’m sure there are a LOT of tantrum’s ahead, as well as, an immeasurable number of times that I will have absolutely no idea what I’m doing as a mom. But I know that our hope is in Christ, and He is enough. He will continue to see us through these good times just as He did in the difficult ones. I hope that you find great hope in Him, too.