Rebecca* is my diva. She's up on the newest fashion, top 40 hits, secret handshake and dance moves. Everyone wants to be Rebecca*'s friend, and I can see why. She's a friend to everyone. In Kindergarten, her friend Besty didn't speak much English. So Rebecca* made up a handshake with her as her way to connect. It's my prayer that she continues to have a heart for the lonely and sees the good in everyone. Even though she is growing out of wanting to hold mommy's hand in public, it melts me when she comes up to me in the kitchen while I'm making dinner, arms outstretched, wanting a long-lasting hung.
Douglas* has turned my world upside down with his "boyish" ways. I swear he siphons energy out of me. He has more than I could ever wish to have. I love the way his mind is working all the time. I get the most random questions when we're in the car driving home. "Mom, do giraffes have teeth?" "Mom, do we eat bugs?" But once his energy has leveled out, and he's ready to cuddle, my heart turns into a puddle on the floor. He loves to put his face right next to mine, nose to nose. Lots of kisses and cuddles. Douglas* is a mama's boy, and I wouldn't have it any other way.
I pray that this process works so that the parents can experience the little things that make the challenges of being a parent so worth it. And while I can't imagine loving my kids any more than I do, a part of me thinks that after the struggles the couple has gone through, this baby just might get an extra ounce of love. It makes me smile to think of the baby, when 3 years old, asking mommy and daddy for "just one more kiss" before bed, like my two precious babies do.
*Names changed for anonymity
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