This is
Hard,
but worth it.
Jeremiah stole again. The same thing he always steals, but he crossed a boundary this time…our bedroom door. Not. Cool. He honestly didn’t think he’d get caught…..for the (not exaggerating) 20th+ time.
I lost my temper.
Hubby lost his temper.
Jeremiah was terrified.
We were too.
Could we do this? Really? For another 9 years?
We apologized. He apologized. We forgave each other.
I told him again what he needs to hear. I love him. No. Matter. What. He did the lie detector test on me. He believed me, for now.
His adoption fears are overwhelming him, simply because he doesn’t understand what it means, really. He also believes he doesn’t deserve it, or that we aren’t the right family. The finality freaks him out, because it’s not here yet. We still don’t have a date.
Daddy held him. Stroked his head. Whispered love into him.
Mommy tucked him in. Whispered prayers, desperate prayers, over him.
He slept.
And we had a great day today. That kind of scares me. Does the good have to be precursed by the bad?
Gabe was grumpy this morning. I joked with the boys that they had a secret meeting and decided that it was Gabe’s turn to be grumpy and disrespectful. Jeremiah said that they held the secret meeting in their dreams. I thought that was creative.
Thank you for your prayers. Keep them coming. And if you see me in Wal-Ma*t, give me a hug.
Blessings!
Hannah
