They are my sons...even if just for a moment...
Oh how I wish these moments could last forever! From the second these little bundles of love were brought to our home, they were my sons.
I loved them from the moment I saw them. They were so helpless, in such a state of neediness. Every waking moment was spent with my husband and kids and I doing round the clock rockings and feedings...even if just an ounce at a time stayed down or it all came up and we had to start all over again.
So many sleepless nights, so many doctor appointments trying to figure out digestive issues, bowel issues, formula swaps, and endless amounts of diapers changes. Oh my! The diaper changes...I feel as if I have changed enough to last a lifetime - or more.
And somehow, somewhere along the way, little personalities started to bloom. What were screaming little balls of hurt and frustration and blank stares turned into little baby boys who cooed and smiled and babbled and took in their surroundings and studied these strangers loving them.
We were there for the first smiles, first laughs, first crawls, first words, first steps, first hugs and kisses...Oh, the hugs and kisses are the best!
Yes, these are my sons. I love them just as much and no different than the precious son and daughter I gave birth to.
...but there is One who loves them more.
I don't know what the future holds for any of these children, but God does. Some will stay and some will leave...I don't want any of them to ever leave, but God holds their futures.
They were His children first and He loves them so much more than I ever could. So when the fear and the worry of the unknown begins to creep in, I must trust in God because they were His sons before they were ever mine.