This subject is something that rolls around in my mind from time to time. While it doesn't have its roots in our adoption, it seems to creep into many areas of my life-- including this adoption. Most of the time it'll surface in my thoughts then be crammed back into the recesses because 'I just don't get it'.
Why have I been brought to this place in my life? What have I done to receive such a blessing? Haven't there been so many more deserving people come before me? And yet God's chosen me. He's chosen me to be Mommy to a little boy from EE... all 47 chromosomes of him.
My four years of parenthood has taught me more about God's nature than all of my previous years of Sunday School, VBS, and Bible Studies combined. It's offered a glimpse into how God must feel. There are days that parenting toddlers is downright tough. Yet despite their disobedience, there is never a time where I want to withhold my love or remove my hand of protection from those 2 little boys. Is there correction and punishment? Sure. However, I'm continually seeking ways to shower them with blessings because they're my sons.
So maybe four years into this parenthood gig I'm starting to 'get it' a little bit. This blessing of our little guy is not about anything I have done... It's my loving Father showering me with His very best despite all of my shortcomings. And for that, I am thankful.