Today we are having a snow day. We've been expecting this day for the last few days, but it finally decided to arrive today. The wind is biting cold, and the snow is covering everything even the patio furniture that is undercover of our patio roof!
But it's a beautiful day. Son #1 refused to do his school work, so he had the choice to do his work or go back to bed. He chose bed. So son #2 got to get bundled up and go play outside in the blizzard with Daddy! I stood outside under cover and shivered while I watched our two year old really grasp the reality of snow. It's not his first snow fall, but it is the first one he can actually realize and enjoy. He was so cute kicking snow at Daddy, with his little boot clad feet and his one size too big bomber coat. He wasn't completely fond of having snow balls lofted at him but he finally found the fun side of it and started lofting them back. It's really amazing watching the world through the eyes of a two year old. Everything is new and fascinating. Everything is approached with caution and then with unfettered glee and joy.
While I was standing there watching my husband and son, I couldn't help feel guilty for giving my oldest the consequence we had. So, in I snuck and for the first time I reneged on my word. I got him up to have lunch (his brother was coming in after only 15 minutes) to warm up and have lunch too. After lunch son #2 went down for his nap and then son #1 got to go out and have his fun too. Watching him make a snow angel just for mama was something special. Son #1 was having the time of his life. He and Daddy tried to make a snowman but the snow is too dry. It's the kind of snow my dad used to call popcorn snow. Don't know why he did but he did. Which brings back wonderful childhood memories for me too.
So today we've spent time making memories and that kept me thinking about who is coming to be with us next.
We've decided that a sibling group of 2 or 3, between the ages of son #1 and son #2, and definitely at least one girl, is who we are looking for. When we adopted son #1 we were told we would need to be open to adopting future siblings. We were and still are. We adopted son #2 who is the biological brother of son #1. When son #1 'got it' that they were brothers by blood and by adoption a light went on for him. It made a very big impact on him. A visible impact. It was as if the oldest realized that he would never be alone in this world. That there was somebody who shared not only his family, but his genealogy. Now of course at 7 years old he didn't actually get the genealogy part but you know what I mean. With his realization came ours. We want to give that to another sibling group. We want to be able to tell all of our children that they are family because of adoption and our choices, but more so because they share their heritage, their biological beginnings.
We want to give our children a multi-layered connection. After all, this world is about love and family. We want to share it with all of our children...known and as yet to be known.
Very well-worded!
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