I waited 40 years to be a mom (okay actually over 40 but.. who is counting?) I did it. I have 2 girls. I adopted two girls from a foreign country, Moldova. My dream is in front of me. One has a snotty nose, the other has just sprung a leak in her new dress. We are late, late for school – of course we are.
I have slept 3.5 hours because my younger daughter, 5 weeks home from Moldova, is still quite off schedule and somewhat frightened by the US conditions (not to mention two cats, one very busy sister and a high strung mom). My older daughter is also up every 3 hours too– because she is suffering from the anxiety of sharing the throne.
We make it to the car. Older child is buckled in her carseat, after a fight over where her white purse is with the party lip gloss (why does she have/need lip gloss at 3… I am sure 10 years of intensive therapy will clear that all up). Child number two is in her carseat and safe. Screaming she is…. she hates carseats and why not… in her country, they do not use them. Its all good they are safe… and me…. well I have child #2’s poop under my thumb nail, oatmeal on my butt and toast crumbs in my hair. I am wiped out… totally exhausted. I want to cry…. actually I think I am crying.
And the perfect moment…. a giggle, two giggles…. I look in the rear view mirror and the girls are laughing and holding hands. They have been sisters 5 weeks now, only 5 weeks… you would never know the newness of it all…. My tears now are coming from a different spot. Oatmeal, poop and all…we are perfect. Go to Weebles Wobblog (http://weebleswobblog.com/2010/06/perfect-moment-monday-work-and-play.html) for more Perfect Moment Mondays.