Today, on Pregnancy and Infant Loss Remembrance Day, I feel it's important to take a beat and address the elephant that follows me around sometimes when I speak to people about my desire to love on children in foster care and one day adopt.
It's a lovely purple and teal polka-dotted elephant, but a stomping roar just the same. Yes. We have experienced pregnancy loss. I ran crying into my husband's office telling him I was pregnant one New Year's Eve (he did not believe me right away). But once the shock wore off, plans were made and Pinterest boards were created. Shortly after that, I also cried as a doctor told us that our little family was just not meant to be at this time. When people ask, "Do you want to adopt because you can't have kids?" I do not get angry or disheartened. Who says that I cannot have kids? Are foster children any less children—of course not. And I don't think anyone would argue that they are not. I don't think that it is that people are callused or rude. I think that it is simply that they don't understand and they are grasping at something they have not experienced. It is up to us to love and to educate—to simply smile and remind them and where there is loss there is gain. God just had a plot twist in our story. xoxo
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