Yesterday was a beautiful day. The weather was in the middle 70's. The sun was shining brightly. The flowers were in bloom. And I got to see my darling grand-daughter Brooklyn. The weather matched my mood.
Today it's pouring rain. The flowers are leaning over as if they are hanging their heads in sorrow. Once again, the weather is matching my mood because I cry when I gaze upon the pictures of Brooklyn. It's so complicated, or maybe I make it complicated because, as an adoptive parent myself, I see both sides of adoption. I cry out of joy, gratitude, and sadness...
*Having my first grandchild placed for adoption.
*My son and his girlfriend chose life for their baby in a society that that doesn't think twice about killing unborn babies.
*Brooklyn is with a family that loves her! They are such amazing parents....I get such a kick out of watching her daddy play with her. Steve is fairly quiet and shy, so when he gets all goofy for his daughter, it's fun to watch. He ADORES her...
*They decided to have an open adoption so I receive picture updates and can see her when schedules allow.
*Brooklyn's parents refer to me as "Grandma." Capitol "G." Okay...Now I cry again. This is what is making me weepy today. I do not, nor would I ever presume to call myself "Grandma" as a proper name to be used by Brooklyn. I think of myself as a grandma, not Grandma. Jen's mom and Steve's mom are Grandma. It's touching and sweet that Jen called me Grandma because she didn't have to...
So, when the time comes for my boys to meet their birth families, I need to remember how much it means to me to be referred by the proper pro-noun Grandma and bless their families with the same gift.
Thank you, Jen, for being my teacher by example...I love you...
Now...Wanna see my sweet Grand-daughter??
Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord,
the fruit of the womb a reward.