Travelin’ Amarish Papa

So Amarish Papa is in Ethiopia! {FINALLY!} Papa hadn’t been to Ethiopia yet and now he’s there, with these beautiful people that I have come to love. I miss Addis ~ I really loved being there and have to say the only really hard thing was being apart from hubby and the other kiddos.

I am praying for him and what God has for him. I’m praying for tomorrow ~ when he is going to meet Spidey & Meeta’s birth father. He will visit the orphanage they lived at and meet the nurse that cared for Spidey. It was at the orphanage that his HIV status discovered. It was this nurse that loved him and kissed him, hugged him and cared for him when he needed it the most.  To say that tomorrow is a big day is an incredible understatement. Tomorrow my children’s Daddy meets my children’s Daddy.

Who pictured this day? Here are these two men who would not ever have met or even known the other existed, except that was not God’s plan…

What’s your blood type?

For some reason this morning {who can remember the thought pattern that led me there…} I thought “What blood type is Spidey?…What blood type is Meeta???  Oh my gosh! I don’t know their blood type!! What kind of mother am I???”

I then had a mini downward spiral filled with all kinds of terrible thoughts about myself and then finally realized that I don’t know my bio kids blood type either. WOW! I’m not a crappy adoptive mom at all! I’m just un-informed about all of my kids!

For some reason this made me feel much better.

Mother’s Day

So I am celebrating my first Mother’s Day as a mother of 4 and it’s cool. I have called my Mom and one of my Grandma’s and have a few more calls to make. We’re kind of low key on days like this, and Amarish Papa is leaving for Ethiopia in a little over a week, so we are on a “spending freeze” . The kids all brought me a wide array of wonders that were created in their classes at school and at church this morning. So there is it – Mother’s Day – all complete except for one thing…Birth Mom.

The day has been full so far, up early, off to church, home for lunch. Papa, NPC & Spiderman are headed over to see some family and then they’ll be home and then I’ll have to decide if we bring her up or let the day pass without mentioning her. I think I’m stuck because I want to live in this little fantasy world where neither one of my adopted kids is thinking about her today. I want to pretend that because they aren’t saying anything and don’t appear to be thinking about her, that they’re not. I think to myself, “If they aren’t thinking about her, then you’ll bring her up, and YOU’LL make them sad. It’s better just left alone.”

The problem is, I know that’s not true. I know that kids are always thinking, I know they hide what they are thinking and feeling because it doesn’t always feel safe to share, because they aren’t sure if it’s ok.  I know it’s my job to make sure they know that today it’s safe. So after the afternoon quiets down, I think we’ll come together as a family and pray and thank God for all the Mothers in our lives. And we’ll thank God for Spiderman & Meeta’s first mommy, and we’ll ask Him to say hi for us and give her a big hug and let her know we are thinking about her today.

Hello world!

first post. more to come…obviously.