happy father's day to the most amazing daddy we know xx
Sunday, June 16, 2013
Saturday, June 8, 2013
dear birth mom of this beautiful little girl,
i've had you on my mind since the week before her birth day. i've been wondering about you...where you are, what you are doing, if you are thinking about her, about us. having you in my thoughts all the time.
usually i try not to think about you too much, because 'we want to move on with our life' have a 'normal' life, not always thinking about adoption, but it is impossible. every milestone this little one achieve, i think of you. whenever she has a melt down, i think of you... wondering if you would have giggled with me looking at this scene unfolding in front of us. i think of you when she laughs and run and turn around and look at me and laughs some more... and i have an instant feeling of gratitude in my heart for you... that you were born to birth this beautiful girl into our lives.
the very first photo taken of her when she arrived at the Breath of Life house
thank you so much for giving birth in a hospital. she was taken to the breath of life house where she was loved and cuddled for 3 months before she came home. the people at this house is amazing. when we picked her up, she had a suitcase full of clothes, a box with the clothes she is wearing in the photo, a book with photos in and her little life story of the first 3 months of her life. they also gave us a book filled with letters from everyone who looked after, held, prayed and played with her. we felt so blessed to have something of the first 3 months of her life.
two nights ago i started her birth photo book and got the photos on the cd out that we received in the box. i've never looked at them. about 70 photos of the first moments of her life that was recorded on film. her first recorded bath, women holding her and feeding her in the middle of the night, her laying next to two other little babies who came to the home with her.. who i think of so often. i went down stairs to show these photos to her daddy and we both sat on the couch, looking at the photos, tears streaming down our faces...no words. just sadness for the beginning of her life in the way it began. she needed to be held and loved from the very first moment she came into this world. i want to believe that you too loved her from that very moment... that you would give anything to see her grow up and be the best of who she is.
a few days ago she kept on asking and showing to something in one of the videos. she was laying under a little blanket that she got as a gift. i've kept the blanket and gave it to her. the joy of receiving that blanket is indescribable. when she have a nap or goes to bed at night, her first words are 'bers'. (short for blanket in afrikaans).
i captured this photo of her this morning. i saw this one and a deep sadness settled in my heart. her eyes, the way she was holding the blanket...but more the look in her eyes... reminded me of her story. of you giving birth to her, you choosing a closed adoption. her going to a house of safety. her being loved and comforted by strangers who has now become family, and her coming home.
i guess with adoption there is always the bittersweet moments.
then i look at this face every.single.morning and i thank God for her. i thank God for choosing us to parent her and raise her. i thank God for her health and the joy that comes forth from her every big and small gesture. i thank God for her spirit, that is resilient and strong, for her confidence and that she knows how to show love. i thank God every single day for this little human being and that she did come to earth, because she is going to change the world.
thank you Birth mama, for birthing this gift into the world!
Friday, May 31, 2013
a very special little girl turned 2 years old 2 days ago...
we woke her up to put her in our bed, turned on all the lights
she started clapping while we were singing happy birthday to her...
waiting patiently, or rather impatiently...she just wanted to blow out the candles
we celebrate with doughnuts, 6:30am.
she is obsessed with blowing bubbles these days, she instantly knew she got bubbles...
while she took her afternoon nap, I bought 20 helium balloons and put it
around her cot for when she wake up
i opened all the curtains, took loads of photos, nearly fell off the bed, but she did not wake up.
I had to leave to pick Kellen up. I took all the balloons and hid them in the one bathroom,
because I wanted to see her face when she sees all the balloons.
balloons + bubbles = happy girl
when we got back kellen kept her busy while I put the balloons back into her room...
and took position in to take photos of her excitement...
and there is joy! seeing her room filled with balloons, running to 'catch' all of them together
sweetness and love...there was lots of that too...
giggles and laughter... add some joy and her daddy to that mix and you get
an absolute satisfied little girl with balloons
i don't know who was more excited about blowing out the candles...
he was such a great big brother...trying to stop her (so that i can take photos)
(where i actually had to light the candles 3 times because she was too fast)
she clapping and dancing because we are singing (again) happy birthday to her...
let's blow... no wait!
and she is so proud of herself.
“But how will I eat cake if my head is over there, and my hands are over here?”
― Marie Antoinette
― Marie Antoinette
i'll just dive in!
happy birthday beautiful girl!
we love you to the moon and back xx
Tuesday, May 28, 2013
dear birth mama,
i wish i could sit across from you today to look you into your eyes, to touch your hand and thank you from the bottom of my heart. to thank you for giving me this opportunity to mother this little girl into her life.
i wish i could thank you for carrying her for 9 months, thank you for taking good care of yourself so that we today, have a healthy, well-developed little spunky (courageous and determined:) girl. i wish i could thank you for caring enough to have her at a hospital and for making the decision to have her adopted.
i wish i could speak with you and hear your story... who you are and what makes your heart flutter... i wish i could hear the dreams you had/have for her. i wish i could see the 'connection between you and her... the traits that you and she share... i wish i could give that too to her one day. to be able to know the woman who carried her and brought her into the world.
i wish i had photos of you and her. i know somewhere there must have been, if just for a moment, so much love for this little girl of yours... i wish i could show that love to her...
i wish i knew that you were ok. i wish you could tell me that you pray for her too. that you think of her every moment of every day. i wish i could hear how you dream of her and what those dreams are you have for her.
i wish i could send you photos of her swinging...that is her most favorite thing to do these last few weeks. we go to the park, she runs to the swing singing weeeeeeeee.... then she looks at me and say 'push' with a smile that melts my heart.
i wish i could show you how she plays with her dolls. how she naturally comforts her 'bebe', feed them and kisses them. i wish i could show you how she speaks with them... telling them little stories which always ends in her cuddling them.
i wish you could see how much she adores her brother... how when she opens her eyes in the morning, she looks around, stretch and calls 'boeta'. then she runs to our room, calling 'pappa pappa', looking at me with that beautiful smile of hers.
i wish you could see how strong and courageous she is. how daring and wild. how she easily warms up to people and how stubborn she can be to get her way. i wish you could see how much she enjoys playing in the water. she never used to love sand, and the past few months when she sees the sea, she calls me and say 'sea, jump'. i wish you could see how she sits for minutes and look at every little shell on the beach.. how she picks it up and calls mama, look! that smile of adoration of realising she just got a treasure... pure joy!
i feel blessed and overwhelmed all at once. i'm thankful that you chose her name. that you gave her a name that she can carry with pride. i'm thankful that she will know about her first mama one day. i'm thankful that she is healthy and alert. i'm thankful that she is determined and strong-willed, thankful that she knows what she wants. i'm thankful that she believes in herself, that she is daring and wild. i'm thankful that she loves easily and is loved by so many. i'm thankful that she will be carrier of love, that she will change our world with her being.
she has changed our world the moment we heard 'when can you pick up your daughter'.
i'm thankful for you.
thank you for carrying and birthing this little wonder into the world!
happiest of birth days to you Bella, we love you to the moon and back xx
Sunday, May 12, 2013
i know about the empty feeling of not being able to get pregnant.
i know about the fear of 'will it ever happen'.
i know about the constant thoughts of 'maybe this month'.
i know about the continues trying and making it fun part.
i know about the not knowing.
i know about it being not fun anymore.
i know about the 'what if i never get pregnant'.
i know about the dreams that he and you talk about until the wee hours of the night.
i know about the names that you have already chosen.
i know about the talks you have about whose lips and eyes your baby is going to have.
i know about the giggles of what you want your baby to be like.
i know about the hope you have for your baby's future.
i know about the room that you have already set up in your mind.
i know about the million times you walked into a baby store to just look... look at what you will buy 'if'.
i know about the friend you know for 'whose baby you can buy this'.
i know about the overwhelm & tears when you stand with your friends' baby's gift in your arms, wanting with everything in you to buy it for YOUR baby...
i know how you throw the clothes down, tears streaming down your face, and run out of the shop.
i know how this happens more than once.
i know about the hope of treatment, ivf, icsi, clomid, you name it...about all the options.
i know about donors and surrogates.
i know about all the advise family and friends so freely give.
and do i know about the 'just wait until you don't think about it, and before you know it, you will be pregnant'.
i know about the invasive procedures of (in)fertility treatment.
i know all about 'hope'. the 'gift' of a baby at the end of the emotional roller coaster.
i know of the 25% success rate with these procedures and all i see on the walls are the photos of the babies that were born within that 25%.
i also know about the unknown.
i know about the fear when you go for your first implant.
i know about the support group number on the wall and the thinking 'i'm not that desperate'.
i know about the not knowing what to expect.
i know about the shyness of putting on the gown and going into a room full of strangers.
i know about acting as if this is no big deal.
i know about the knowing that you have absolute no idea what to expect.
i know how scared you are.
i know how unfair this is.
i know how angry you are.
i know about every single time you speak with God and how you want to curse Him for making you one of them.
i know about the endless injections and medicine.
i know about the keeping it together emotionally.
i know about your husband trying everything to 'take care' of you just in case you fall apart.
i know about the fear of every injection.
i know about the thoughts of 'i can do this, we are going to have a baby, this is nothing - thoughts'.
i know about getting up at 7am to go to your neighbor (who is a nurse), to give you said injection.
i know about smiling and being brave, where all you want to do is cry!
i know about the waiting.
i know about the devastation of dreams shattered when you hear 'your test is negative'.
sweet one who is already a mama in her heart,
i also know about adoption and miracles and 'meant to be'.
i know about the perfect time.
i know about God being in control of our life plan.
i know what it is to be called 'mama'.
i know how sad one feels on mother's day when you've been trying every.thing.to.get.pregnant.and.it.is.not.happening.
i know how you are pretending that special days like today don't upset you.
i know how you concentrate on your own mom and shrug your own motherhood off as if a fleeting thought.
i know how you think about motherhood every.single.minute.of.every.day.
this series of 'i know letters' is written for you.
in honor of you.
mothers'day, may 2013
bella, me & kellen
this can be your story too.
“Sorrow prepares you for joy. It violently sweeps everything out of your house, so that new joy can find space to enter. It shakes the yellow leaves from the bough of your heart, so that fresh, green leaves can grow in their place. It pulls up the rotten roots, so that new roots hidden beneath have room to grow. Whatever sorrow shakes from your heart, far better things will take their place.”― Rumi
Friday, May 10, 2013
Monday, May 6, 2013
we are all put together with huge, big hearts. (hopefully) we will fill it with beautiful, inspiring things, things that make you feel alive...
here are some 'monday magic' that makes my heart beat faster...
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she tells it like it is, with one sentence that hit the nail on the head... and she is funky and cute.
Your heart is the size of an ocean.
Go find yourself in its hidden depths.
Sweet dreaming xx