I sometimes wish I could sarcastically answer without offending by saying something like: "I don't know, do you like your kids that came out between your legs more than the ones that came via c-section?" Or, "The one that I feed, change, love and nurture every day is the one that's mine... so you figure it out."
I know people are well meaning and they get fumbled in the mess of "politically correct" words to ask about the variable background of my babies. So I'll spare the sarcastic answer and let you in on a little secret...
I LOVE ALL MY BABIES...
But like any good parent, I love them all exceptionally for their individual divine spirit. I don't love them based on their worldly aspects of genetic makeup or journey into our family. I love them for the different spiritual beings that they have been since the pre-mortal existence.
So tonight I'll begin with my dear Ohwee.
He is my kindred spirit by nature, however, our closeness has nothing to do with him growing inside me. He was as much of a stranger to me upon our first meeting as my other children, pleasantly. Bizarro right? But I was actually a little glad to know that what makes me my kids' mom is not based on the 9 months time spent in mine or someone else's uterus. I have loved every minute of getting acquainted with Owen and being surprised daily as he offers me a peek into his darling personality. My close bond with him has everything to do with his gentle nature and need for a little extra physical touch and sensitivity. He is so pure in heart and only asks for something when he really stands in need of it. I am positive he was the ring leader of his siblings in Heaven. He sent his big sister to prepare me for motherhood and he knew she thrives on 1-1 attention. I think Ohwee could hardly keep Rider from jumping down to Earth in excitement and gaining a body. So there Owen sat, patiently waiting his turn to come to the family at just the right time.
He is gentle, serene, kind, quiet, and patient. Owen brings out the best in me as a mother, he tenderly reminds me to slow down long enough to rock him to sleep. He patiently waits for me to give him attention and he never fails to reward me with his genuine smile and giggle. Owen is so much like his dad and I'm madly in love with Kday, thus the same feelings toward his son. He tries to eat my face when I hold him and he makes me feel beautiful for some reason. When I hold him I'm at total peace and he is my only child that lets me hold them anymore... so I'm relishing in every single moment I have of him. He is sweeter than sweet and my heart throbs for him.
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| He sleeps like a princess in his mass of body pillows and softies. |
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| He goes where I go |
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| He is my baby - baby |
Tomorrow: My Ride-iz. Wow! My little monkey who's zest for life is contagious.
4 comments:
Heard those words to many times. Some people just don't get it. Their loss.
You have 3 of the most beautiful kids ever!
Those were very sweet comments about Owee. Maybe some day people will get the adoption thing; meanwhile we need to be patient and gently teach with kindness.
I love this post. I would really love to adopt sometime in the future but my husband is a little bit wary of it because he is afraid that he will love our biological kids more. Maybe you could ask your husband to do a post on how it feels for him that I can show to my husband. Thanks for the post!
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