
Last night for the first time Will addressed me as "Mom". Remember that thrill you felt when your little one babbled "Momma" for the first time? Well that's pretty much how I felt when Will asked me a question, addressing me as Mom. I didn't even realise he hadn't called me that yet until I heard it.
I think adopting older kids has so much to do with ownership. Their ownership of you the parent, the family in general, and yes even that moment when you as a parent take ownership of them. And when I refer to ownership, I mean ownership of the heart! It certainly isn't anything you can buy or demand or even create, it just happens. Sometimes I think we over analyze things wanting to explain everything down to the base of zero. But maybe somethings are beyond our simple understanding and we just have to accept the gift at face value.
Like the ownership of an 11 year old boy whose heart has been broken more times than he can count. God Bless him for offering up that fragile gift once more. Please God never let me disappoint or betray his love and trust!














































