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Happy Adoption Day!

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The best part about being adopted is you get TWO days to celebrate YOU!  Obviously we celebrate Callen’s birthday, but every year in June (exactly six months from his birth) we get to celebrate the day he became officially ours forever.  Since his birthday falls around Christmas, I think we really enjoy Adoption Day a little more…the only setback is his cousin’s birthday is on the same date so we have to share that day…but that just means more cake and more parties!  We never want to forget that feeling when we had official access to his records and he no longer belonged to an adoption agency…he was ours!  No more home visits, no more paperwork, no more proving we were fit to be his parents…no more hurdles to jump through.  It is crazy how having a child biologically is SO MUCH EASIER than adoption.  We had to really prove that we could handle this versus just showing that our DNA matches…but he was worth it!

Here are a couple of pics of Callen at six months in the court room:

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Then here is one on the first anniversary of his Adoption Day at a year and a half…

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Finally this year as he waits for cake…hard to believe it has been TWO years!!

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The Good news is:  On June 14th, 2013 Callen became an heir to the Tyndall throne.  We give God the glory for leading us to our child and making our family of three.  I know that every moment of my life led me to parent him and for that I am thankful.

Brother Bio Visit

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Through our open adoption, we are so blessed that we get to stay in touch with Callen’s biological family.  We connect with his birthparents through Facebook, letters, text messages etc. which is great for us both.  They love getting immediate updates and are so supportive to us…we are able to ask them any questions that we need to ask and I love that openness.  We can thank them daily for this gift and share God’s love with each other.

But, we also get to stay in contact with his biological brother as well.  He is adopted by a family near Houston and at least twice a year we get together to let them play and interact.  This June, we connected at the AIM picnic where both boys were adopted.  Our son is two and his older brother is six, so they have great connection in their age difference.  Callen loves being the little brother, getting help from him, doing big boy stuff with his help etc and M gets to be a big brother, be in charge and set the example.  It is a perfect mix.  By the end, they were hugging, high fiving, rough housing and talking up a storm.  It is a strong relationship that right now is simple and I pray it always will be.  I know there will be questions down the road, but I pray that they will understand this is their normal and all families are different.  They are fortunate to have each other and God’s hand is over this situation.  We know Callen will likely be an only child which bums us out at times, but thankful due to adoption, we have contact with his bio brother.  We plan to keep them close so they will have each other in the future and can navigate this life together.  Open adoption provides that gift!

The good news is:  Here are some pics from their meetings in the past

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Romans 12:15

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The Bible says to rejoice with those who rejoice and mourn with those who mourn, but what if both emotions occur at the same time? Which side do you join?

Mother’s Day presents this challenge. For the first 29 years of my life I lived in Mother’s Day ignorance. This day was about celebrating my mom and the world was great. It was a happy day no questions asked. Cue six years later and I have learned for some this is the hardest day of the year. Now that I have seen and experienced this pain, I can never go back to ignorance.

I struggle with this because many are celebrating: a first time mom, a mom that has come home, an older mom still here, grandmothers that are like moms, foster moms, women that are like moms, a mom of many children, an adoptive mom that never thought she would be called mom (me).

But I also know the extreme sadness: an infertile woman that should have been pregnant by now, a mom that just miscarried, a mom to an angel baby gone too soon, a woman that is old enough to be a mom but is still single and fears she may never get the chance, a birth mom that experienced the life for nine months then chose a better future for the child, a woman that is content choosing not to have kids but then is judged on this day as others assume she wanted to, a mom that just passed away or a mom that is far from home, a mom that does not remember she is a mom.

For the first time ever I did not make a big deal of Mother’s Day at school because I have two students that lost their moms…one four months ago…this is the hardest day for him-ever!

With all this sadness, it seems rude to celebrate except there are those that have earned this celebration and they deserve to get it. Moms everywhere need their ONE day to feel important, to be appreciated, to honor the sacrifice and generosity, to be treated like a queen and decide lunch or get a hug or get time off. We deserve our day…we do a lot that goes unpaid and unnoticed and this day solves that problem!

Both sides win and both sides are right and both sides matter. So do we rejoice or mourn?

I say both! God gives and He takes away and there is a time for everything. I think it is only important that you understand there is both happening simultaneously. I was that girl that almost lost it at the restaurant when the hostess handed me a flower after I had just started my cycle after the 24th month of trying (seriously I almost threw the flower in her face but that would have been awkward). I am also the girl that realizes my son was carried by someone else only to choose me to get to receive his card on this day. Her sadness today is my joy. Celebrating my first Mother’s Day was surreal; felt like a huge victory where I could say or do anything I wanted(I left the diaper bag at home on the way to church and was not fussed at…score!) I would not have wanted anyone to tell me I should not celebrate in honor of another’s pain…I think as sisters we can do both. Hug and dance in celebration and cry and console in pain. We as women need to lift each other up in whatever stage and just appreciate that as women we have that bond of understanding. Having ovaries ain’t easy!!

The good news: sorrow endures for a night but joy comes in the morning. Death has been conquered by Christ and your loved one is home where we all belong! If this is your season of mourning then believe sister that seasons change! Your smile is coming!image

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