Tomorrow marks one month since the day I stood in Civil Affairs.
And became a mama for the ninth time.
She wasn’t what I expected.
The nanny carried her in and quickly put her down so she could toddle off to play on the rocking horse. Once firmly atop the horse, she was intent on watching the other children. She had no interest in the blond headed lady in the room.
Back and forth, back and forth.
Instead of our first moment together being wondrous or beautiful, it was scary. And weird.
I hate to use that word, but it’s the only one that sums up how I felt. She seriously looked like something was wrong with her. And, on the inside, I was freaking out.
I wanted to share this so that others might be encouraged if they face a similar situation on their ‘gotcha’ day. Know that even if the outer shell is scary, and the first few moments, or hours or even days are frightening, to just hold on and trust in God’s plan.
There is a little one, wondrous and precious, just under that self-protective shell. And you’ll be so blessed to witness them as they emerge.