The love of adoptive parents, it’s truly, amazing, to love a child who wasn’t yours, like he was your blood! Translated…
The very first time I saw our adopted son, he was a year and ten months old, with a round and chubby body, stumpy legs, unsteady when he’d, stumbled around, still looked like a baby. He’d shown no interests in the toys we’d put inside his room, or his future parents, he’d not known how to play with the toys, nor had he known to ask us how to play with them. As my husband and I arrived home, we’re faced with the most important decision in our lives: can we, love this young child, with the rest of our lives?
illustration from the papers online…
It was love at first sight for my husband, I, not so much. My worries for how we will fare as a family in the future, greatly exceeded my joys of becoming a mother. My husband who’d rarely cried said, “I can’t abandon him.”, so, I’d carried the strength of whatever it takes (no matter how hard it’ll be in the futures, we shall, overcome), said yes, we will, adopt him.
After four months, our adoptive son started living with us. At age two, he still couldn’t talk yet, and all he said from a day to day basis was “no”, and “myself”, crying was the only way he knew, of how to get what he’d wanted.
After the few weeks’ of the honeymoon phase, the child started crying in the nights. And, every time something don’t go his way during the day, he could throw three to four temper tantrums per day, lasting about one hour each. Having become sleep-deprived, it was, hard to avoid conflict, with this, stubborn child.
Although, I’d never regretted our decision to adopt him, but the word, “Love” was too far from where I was. Until one day a friend asked, “Did your son start showing affection toward you yet?”, it’d suddenly, dawned on me, that love is, a two-way entrance.
With the passing of time, as the adults, and the child slowly got to understand our separate likes and dislikes, our son started using crying to get his way less and less, he’d started modeling after the way we’d talked and acted, and, there was, more and more laughter inside my house now. Until one day, the thought of “I want to hold him in my arms, kiss him endlessly” came into my mind, I’d found myself, to sneak a peek at him while he was sleeping, and, as he’d started crying, I’d felt, just as sad as he was. That was the moment I’d, realized, that other than love at first sight, love was also, in the everyday life we’d come to share, in the shared many emotions, it’d, slowly, grown stronger by the day.
A lot of people would praise the adoptive parents, that loving one’s own adopted child as much as one’s own children exactly the same. All I can say, that although our relationship of becoming a mother and a son differs from most people, but, I can’t understand, how there’s, a difference in the amount of love that parents give to their children.
And so, this, is a couple’s trials and tribulations in getting adapted to taking care of their adopted son, and, surely, just like how all relationships began, there would be, this adjustment period, like the writer had stated, and, there would be, periods of turbulence that the families weathered through, but, each moment of your trials together, can only make the bond stronger.
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