Our Journey For Cole: First Words

Wednesday, September 19, 2007

First Words

I was in our hotel bathroom when all of the sudden I heard Cole through the door, but surely I must have heard incorrectly. I quickly opened the bathroom door and Marc says, did you hear what Cole just said? It sounded like he said "momma" Yeah, he said momma 4 times!

8 comments:

Valerie said...: Ah, sweet music! Congratulations Julia! Seeing you all together as a family just makes me giddy with excitement! I hope the rest of your journey goes smoothly! We just learned yesterday that our dossier is on the mayors desk so it looks like we may be following in your footsteps very soon. I will definitely be picking your brain about all of the details! Congratulations mama!!!; September 19, 2007 at 5:05 AM
linfischer said...: That's my grandson...he's one smart little guy! Bet Marc has him saying "daddy" before the end of the day!

Even when he's all grown up and off to college, when you're out and about and some little person says "momma," you'll spring instantly to duty and look around for that tiny voice.; September 19, 2007 at 5:43 AM
mel@livvyloowho said...: Momma! Oh, that must be the best feeling in the world for you. He is to cute. Chasing you around and looking for you already!; September 19, 2007 at 7:34 AM
Melkyser said...: Julia and Marc,
Can't stop thinking about you guys! Everyone in the hospital as seen your picture and people keep stopping by asking if I've heard anything new! It's much better than reading CNN!!; September 19, 2007 at 10:48 AM
Jennifer said...: Congratulations! It meant so much to us to see your picture with Cole yesterday. I can only imagine you are on cloud 9! I can't wait to hear every detail!; September 19, 2007 at 12:13 PM
Pink Velvet Mommy said...: Julia and Marc,
How sweet that word must have sounded. Many congrats on your new family member and he sure is a handsome one. You guys look great together, and so happy. We are wishing you the best for the rest of your trip and we will be anxiously logging to to see all of your pictures and hear of your adventures as a family of three!!; September 19, 2007 at 2:29 PM
Francie said...: ♥♥♥ John and I are so proud to be Cole’s new grandparents and gave Great Grandma Rose a printed copy of the family portrait you emailed this week. It is framed at our home as well and is also my wallpaper on my office computer. All our love to you. We can’t wait to meet our little charmer. Keep the stories coming. --G’ma Francie ♥♥♥; September 20, 2007 at 2:20 PM
Tasha Kent said...: Those are the best first words ever!; September 21, 2007 at 12:38 PM

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Adoptive Mothers Poem

Being an adoptive mother is not for every woman. She must possess not only the natural mother instinct but an understanding and appreciation of the situation that brought a child into her arms making her a mother.

The adoptive family comes to be by choices made, choices made by the first parents and by the adoptive parents. This bond the adoptive mother has with her child grows over time, like the child did within his first mother's womb. Day by day, touch by touch, with each tear, kiss, and memory made they became a family. Adoptive mothers have that special knack to let love grow.

The adoptive mother knows that she is a mender of wounds, not just of the physical skinned knees with a band-aid and a kiss, but of the heart. She gives love, acceptance, and permission to ask and talk about the day he was born and of his first parents. Adoptive mothers are embracers, not only of the child with many hugs and kisses, but of the child's heritage and history.

She embraces the facts of her child's past with strength for herself and the child. She's not only a memory maker planning family vacations, activities, and birthday parties, but also a memorykeeper. She's a tier of shoelaces and of hearts. She weaves lives together into a tapestry of a new family, with many different brightly, colored threads showcasing their individualities and family origins. Together they create one unit attached to each other.

Adoptive mothers are experts at finding lost objects, but understand and validate the profound, deep loss left by adoption. She allows the tears to fall and grief to be felt, allowing the mourning of the mom not there. She is secure in knowing that she's not a replacement, but a finisher of a race for someone who, for whatever reason, could not run any longer.

This role is not for the weak of spirit, or the easily wounded. Loving a child not born to her but calling him her own, but this is what she does, it is her calling. She is a mother.

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