On the brink of the adoption of our second son, I stop to reflect. Tripp’s adoption day in March of 2020 was the second best day of my life. Even in the midst of the shutdown, we made it amazing. While it didn’t drastically change our lives, it changed everything. I am more than ready to finalize pup as a member of our family legally and forever.
Adoption is so full of joy. It is beautiful. It is amazing. It is the definition of love. Adoption is also heartbreaking and tragic. Adoption always starts with a loss.
I have the honor of having positive relationships with both the boys’ first moms. It’s the weird part of adoption that has become part of our lives. I think we will be navigating that for years to come.
I’m aware that my greatest joys in life come at the expense of others. Pup’s first mom carried him inside her belly for eight long months and was able to feel each and every kick. She nourished him. She loved him. She kept him safe. The two of them have the same nose and a similar smile–he is a part of her.
I play trucks with him and tuck him into bed every night. I nourish him. I love him. I keep him safe. He shares my distaste for blueberries and love of making messes and going on adventures just like me–he is a part of me.
It’s not either or, I want both of my sons to know that they will always have two moms. We both gave them life, just in different ways.
Koko
