Time keeps marching on, regardless of how often we wish we could slow or stop it. Six years ago, the day before Mother's Day, Petunia and I came home from Vietnam as a family. At that time I had been a mom for only three short weeks. I couldn't imagine a more perfect way to celebrate my own motherhood for the first time than by coming home with my tiny girl.
Petunia teaches me something every day. Something about being a mom. Sometimes it's a humbling lesson and I have to apologize for messing up. Sometimes it's the knowledge that I have to do things and make difficult decisions because it's the right thing to do for her and her growth as a person. Sometimes it's a reminder of how much a hug, a giggle, a look, or a simple signed "I love you" (in American Sign Language) can mean. I love this child so much it takes my breath away.
I am thankful for my own mother, who taught me so much about being a good mom. She taught me by example, and she's still always there with unconditional love, advice, and comforting support. I don't know how I would have been able to handle motherhood at all if it weren't for her. Thank you, Mom. I love you!
I am also thankful for Petunia's Vietnam mother. Unfortunately we don't know the circumstances that caused Petunia to be brought to the orphanage, but I am so hopeful that her Vietnam mother made that decision out of love. I'm hopeful it was out of the desire for her daughter to live a happy life and to have the opportunity to be whatever she wants to be. Whatever the situation was, I am eternally grateful to her for giving birth to our sweet and spicy girl. Petunia will always be her daughter, as well as mine, and I pray that her other mother feels that same way. I hope that she somehow knows how much Petunia is wanted and loved and cared for by me, our family, and our friends.
In a life of ups and downs, Petunia remains my greatest blessing. And, yes, my cup still runneth over.
I just wanted to remember this image of her tiny hand on mine forever. (One of us received a professional manicure. It wasn't me.)
I was just holding my finger down on the shutter to see if we could get one decent image of the two of us. Surprisingly, the "bad" shots turned out to be the ones I like the most. They're out of focus, we weren't looking at the camera, etc., but I still love them. Color me crazy.
Being silly... being blurry.... being us. I guess that's why I like this one.