Hugs and blessings to you! :)
Our daughter has known from the beginning that she is the most special souvenir anyone could ever bring home! We jokingly call her our LC (little commie), and she is always treated like a Russian princess. She is spoiled rotten by 2 older brothers, grandparents, aunts & uncles. She is such a blessing to our entire family!
God is good—I couldn’t have kids of my own (I was not a viable candidate for fertility), but I married the love of my life who already had 2 wonderful little boys (now they are married and one is a daddy!), so I went from none to 3. Isn’t it neat how God’s plan always works out even when we can’t see it happening? I remember how devastated I was when pregnancy NEVER happened, and how I just wanted my own child to call me “mommy” (my sweet boys call me by my first name). So our wonderful Russian girl is definitely icing on the family cake.
I knew she was ours before I even saw her—I know this sounds woo-woo, but I dreamed I held her and saw her babyroom in Russia. Then after that dream, 2 days later we were called by the agency to come look at pictures and she was the baby in the video. I just started crying and my husband knew she was the one. The hairs on my arms stood up the minute I saw the video. That’s definitely a God-thing!
Anyway, TMI probably, but I am crazy about my “kids.” And so thankful that God has blessed me with being their stepmom, adoptive mom...
oh I cannot imagine the hurt you went through.....but yes— God is good and is working when we have no clue...
I was called mom by my kids— I was able to have kids, and it was a given...
but— I can only imagine what it is like for you to have your Russian Princess call you mommy..
My daughter gave me her phone number in her letter...I called it...I said “this is Sherri” I heard a voice crack and cry out- “MOMMY!”.. it was the best “MOMMY” I had ever heard...so I can relate, at least in a small way, the joy she brings you....
You ARE her MOMMY!
Bless you so much for being MOMMY! for her! God bless you BOTH!
Some of the posters here seem to feel that the ties of blood with the birth mother who gave up the child outrank the ties of love and caring with the adoptive parents who nurtured and raised that child.
I am not sure I agree. In fact, I am sure I do not.