I stood in line at costco and overheard a mom on the phone telling her child “no you don’t need to join French club, you don’t even take French. Now get your butt home.” I started to giggle. She apologized, but I said, “I feel better because I have similar conversations in public.” Then I asked her, “a boy?” She said, “Yes! He’s fifteen and wants to join everything, and I know why he wants to be in the French club.” I asked her if it was, “food? And girls?” Yes. We laughed together, comrades as moms of teen boys.
So we began to talk while we waited for our turn in line to checkout. It turns out she was sitting behind us at church on Sunday and she said, “We’ve been talking about your family all week long! We couldn’t get over how affectionate your little girl was with the youngest (Jack). She wanted him to hold her, and she kissed him so sweetly. He was so cute holding her because she is half his size, but he was so sturdy with her. We just haven’t been ableto stop talking about how adorable she was in your family.”
It is like that where ever we go. And it makes me happy to know that Kira has this effect on people. Who wouldn’t want to sprinkle lasting impressions, good feelings, and lingering smiles everywhere they go? Kira does. And seeing Kira in her whole family really leaves an impact because the mutual love is as tangible as those fleshy little baby thighs that I cannot help myself but to knead as often as possible.
She’s growing up. She’s one and a half already. She’s been with us now for as long as she was without us. From here on she’s known us longer than she hasn’t and somehow this makes me feel good. We have established a solid bond, strong security, and firm attachment. Believe me, it wasn’t natural, or guaranteed. So reaching this place with our adoption is such a relief. It helps she was so young when we got her, and it helps that we were tenacious and protective over our bonding.
She runs everywhere she goes now. She’s got her own babble that sounds like real conversation. She’s so serious about what she is saying, and often she’s being so bossy. Craig and I laugh now, but when we understand her words behind the intent, she might get in trouble! She imitates the things I do, hence being bossy, and slinging a purse over her arm to go “bye-bye”. She has begun to mother her baby dolls, feeding them and putting them down for “night-night”. She dances to music with swaying and twirling moves that are lyrical and expressive. She enjoys going shopping to see new people, taking a walk with Lucy in her stroller, and pushing her shopping cart around the house, with her baby doll in the seat, of course.
She’s really a hand full these days. We can’t do anything except watch her. No multi-tasking with Kira in our care. If we look to the left for one second, she disappears into some mischief. She’s busy and into everything and demanding of our full attention. We take shifts around here, and we are thankful for her long naps. And I have a nanny who works a few hours each afternoon so I can work for the orphanage.
Kira hugs and kisses are our reward. And we know, this all goes by so quickly. Today she tasted her first corn on the cob, and tomorrow she’ll want pink bubblegum lip gloss. I am not wishing one moment away. I need to wish away all the distractions that keep me from intense focus on enjoying her right now. I strive to simplify…which is not an easy objective with five children, a new home and a nonprofit… so I concede and admit…and utter a meek… “help!” to which God provides. And I am feeling relieved, so I told Craig the other day, “I finally feel like I am not overwhelmed.” Admitting I needed help was a good thing. I’m not sure why it took me 43 years to be able to realize I can’t do everything by myself. (I am not a superhero after all.)