We met them. They called us Papi & Mami. Our lives were forever changed.
I can still feel the nerves in my stomach as they rounded the corner, they were like a train heading toward us at full force. Spanish was being thrown out rapidly, feet were running & stomping, my heart was pounding. One year ago today we met the Fab 5. We became 7.
Ooh it was a hard day, followed by more hard days, then weeks, maybe even a month. But we stuck it out, all of us. We’ve become a family. A support-each-other-always, trust-filled, beso-giving family. I’ll still have moments where the miracle that I have 5 children overwhelms me. Like today when we celebrated Big Sis & Middle Bro’s birthdays. Last year she spent it in the orphanage Papi got to sing to her over Skype. Middle Bro celebrated his the day after we met them with a small cake & 3 pieces of chalk & a matchbox car. This year they were surrounded by friends & family, had presents specifically picked out lovingly for them, & their cakes were a representation of how they see themselves…
So different from the orphans that we met a year ago. Because something amazing happens when you join a family; you become a new person. This year my kids went from being labeled as orphans to: daughters & sons, friends & neighbors, grand-daughters & grand-sons, nieces & nephews, brothers & sisters (they were able to reclaim these roles specifically & unburden the adult-role that had been thrust upon them).
It’s just a daily reminder of my adoption into God’s family, & with that adoption the promise that: “if anyone is in Christ, the new creation has come: The old has gone, the new is here!”
At the dinnermesa,