Friday, August 29, 2014

Adoption Party!

We had Lia's adoption party a week and one day after her adoption. She soaked up the attention and charmed everyone as usual.
I set up this poster the afternoon of the party. I forgot about doing it so wasn't able to incorporate the fun idea's I had .
Lia got many nice gifts, including a doll she insists on sleeping with... without clothing on it. The doll came with a little hat which she calls a helmet.

Two little girls admiring the gifts.

My grandparents brought their ice cream machine, we had vanilla and raspberry, along with caramel corn, chips and the goodies my mom baked especially for Lia's party.

Thanks, mom! They turned out lovely!

Lia spent most of her time on the playground.

Lia's friend Jana came to help celebrate. Lia looks for her every Sunday after church.

Peeking into a gift she got from her friend Jeralyn who is only a few weeks younger than Lia.

I hung some of the pages from Lia's scrapbook on the walls.

I have always liked the following poem. My heart often hurts for my children's birth mom's. They all loved their children in their own way and my gain is their loss. I remember their tears, those good bye hugs and kisses and the turmoil of feelings I had as I walked out the door knowing their child was now mine. How can something like adoption be so beautiful, yet cause so much pain?

Once there were two women who never knew each other
One you do not remember, the other you call Mother
Two different lives shaped to make you one
One became your guiding star, the other became your sun
The first one gave you life, and the second taught you to live it
The first gave you a need for love, the second was there to give it
One gave you a nationality, the other gave you a name
One gave you a talent, the other gave you aim
One gave you emotions, the other calmed your fears
One saw your first sweet smile, the other dried you tears
One made an adoption plan, that was all that she could do
The other prayed for a child, and God led her straight to you.

Now, which of these two women, Are you the product of?
Both, my darling, Both, Just two different types of love.
---- Unknown

We had a different experience this week. Joseph had a bee in his ear. He came into the house screaming hysterically. I thought he was trying to say he got stung but eventually figured out he had a bee in his ear. Sure enough, by looking closely I could see something wiggling around in there. I held his head while Dean probed at it with a tweezers. I was ready to take him to the ER as Joseph kept jerking his head and I was afraid we would make matters worse. At that moment Dean got the bee out. He checked to see if it had all it's parts...legs, wings, head, and it did. We irrigated his ear with peroxide and I made him stay with in eye sight for awhile as I was afraid he might have an allergic reaction. He didn't thankfully,. and was soon back outside running and playing as if nothing had happened. I read online that you can out oil in the ear to try to flush bugs out but that bee most likely wouldn't have floated out on its own. It was huge!

1 comment:

  1. I have that poem in Rylan's lifebook with his adoption pictures. Such great loss mixed with great gain...truly bittersweet. Wish we could have been at her party! We are so happy for your family for God's beautiful, sweet, precious answer to prayer!


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