HurriedPatience

Three years ago at this time I was making myself lay down in bed after scrubbing down with the "prescribed" soap for pre-op, knowing that in a few short hours I would be up doing it again.  Three years ago I was thinking that I had no idea what the next season in life was going to look like.  Three years ago I was over thinking all the things, and super thankful that God slowed my mind down enough to get a wink of rest before the next morning. You see, three years ago January 15th at the 12 AM I was making myself go to sleep because I had a scheduled c-section to meet a baby that I did not know the gender. I had a ball of every emotion hitting me because I had waiting since I was a child to be a mama ( yes as a 6 year old I knew that I was destined to be a mama-- there is a story of the time my babysitter had an emergency and my soon to be at that time stepmom had to stay at the house until parents could get there but she did not want to change diapers and I pushed her aside ...

I was in middle school attending a party of sorts at my friend Olivia's house, but this story has nothing to do with her. I had met her brother Colin ( who looked different than Olivia) before but it had not clicked to me that they were not a mixed family household like mine (Dad from England, stepmom and stepbrother from Mexico, stepsister half Mexican and blonde hair blue eyed me).  My Siblings and Me Incognito I lived in a bubble where I had not had much interaction or talk about the word adoption other than the Summer Camp and Christian concert pleas to adopt a child monthly(which after this moment I had to drag myself away from each time because I wanted to adopt all the kids but didn't have income of my own at 14 ). That night my eyes, heart and mind were blown open to the world of adoption. I do not completely remember the details of the night, other than walking away with the desire and passion for adoption. In the same explosion of the heart, I felt like I w...