Working hard to remember this baby is not mine.
No baby ever is: I reminded myself, remind myself, time and time again with my own children. Sure, they are mine to raise, mine to tend, but they do not belong to me. They have their own life, their own path to follow, their own adventures to experience.
This realization is heightened with our beautiful Harmony.
She is not mine. Not in the eyes of God (a given). Not in the eyes of the law (usually expected).
And so we hold her gently. And I try not to daydream about learning to french braid her hair. (Which needs to grow for a few years.)
Because even if I had illusions that she belonged to me, I suspect I would never be such a great mom in the girl's hair department.
2 comments:
I so understand. That is the things that I have to remind myself constantly as we foster our little guy. He isn't ours. We can pour all we can into him but ultimately we have no decision making power over his future and he won't be with us forever. It's a really painful reality.
You are both great ladies. I learn so much from both of you.
Michele...such a sweet post and reminder to me to loosen my mental ownership a little.
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