Upon hearing that I adopted my son, people ask lots of cringe-worthy questions. Others must wonder what our family dynamic is like since our child is not biological, so I have vowed to be understanding and informative.
One of the best questions I have been asked is “Do you love him the same?” For the record, I was not offended by this question. Before I met Oliver, I also wondered if I would love him the same.
And the answer is yes, of course I do.
I love my son more than I will ever be able to explain. He is handsome, funny and smart. He makes me proud every day. And, like every other parent, I wish he would sleep more regularly and stop feeding his dinner to the dogs.
I worry about him bonking his head when he attempts to climb on everything. My heart melts every single time he gives me a sloppy, open-mouth kiss. I hope that he grows up to be confident, happy, caring, smart, fun-loving and hard-working.
We have all of the same ups and downs in our parent / child relationship that everyone else has.
Today, Oliver turned 9 months old. I feel like I have finally known him for as long as his birth mom knew him. Now, don’t coo and feel sorry for me. I’m not looking for sympathy.
I knew my son before he was born. I knew what his personality would be like and I knew what it would feel like to be his mom. I just hadn’t met him yet.
God had a plan for me. He wanted me to be Oliver’s mom. So, I am! And I couldn’t be happier.