The Gift of Adoption
I just spent the day getting my daughter ready for her junior prom. Moments like these are bittersweet for moms. Shopping, nails, shoes, makeup, and hair are all on this mom’s list of favorites. Watching your daughter combine all those activities and emerge looking less like a teen and more like a young woman, changes the dynamics.
As an adoptive mom it’s even a little harder. Prom night is just another reminder that the time is slipping faster than I can savor it. It’s another reminder that graduation and that 18th birthday are just around the corner. It’s another reminder of all those missed moments that have led to this milestone event.
But it serves as another reminder too. Seeing my daughter so beautiful and happy is just another bow on the gift of adoption. We may have missed many moments, but the memories we’ve been a part of can’t compare to the ones we lost.
I wasn’t there the day she was born. I wasn’t there when she took her first steps or said her first words. I missed the first day of kindergarten and the chance to teach her to ride a bike. But I was there today. Today I helped my daughter get ready for prom. And it reminds me that the moments missed just can’t compare to the memories made. And that my friends, is the gift of adoption.