I consider myself a fairly optimistic person. I try, even in not-so-fun stuff, to find something positive.
Yesterday, Miss Kemeri took a nasty tumble off of a kitchen chair (which she was not supposed to be climbing on with Miss Kendi), & by the time I got to the scene in the kitchen, there was blood EVERYWHERE. After discovering quite a deep split in her lip, we were off to the ER.
Three hours & three stitches later . . .
. . . but I am thankful. No, I'm not happy that she got hurt, but it was a huge reminder of what a blessing it is to be Mommy & Daddy. In the midst of her pain & fear, she wanted Mommy & Daddy. When she needed comfort, she wanted Mommy & Daddy. When she was happy to be busting out of that joint, she wanted to be on her way with Mommy & Daddy. Sometimes in the midst of the daily grind of life, it's easy to forget what a privilege it is to be a parent. Adopted or not, these kiddos trust US to share their every hurt, their every struggle, & their every happiness with them. In a culture that has become very "all about me", it's easy to forget that being a parent is truly an honor to be cherished in every moment.