We have left the Fairytale story and entered into the joys and frustrations of parenting with boundaries. However, when the excitement and newness of adding a child to your family wears off, there is still so much to appreciate and experiences to be thankful for.
The nights it takes me 2 hours to rock him to sleep, I remind myself of those days I used to dream of rocking him.
The days he wants to be held all the time, I remind myself how long I waited for my first time to hold him.
On those days when we have to use his middle name (Samson Kelaye), sometimes even his full name, I am so glad we kept part of his birth name to honor his first family.
During times when he frustrates me and his cuteness will no longer let him get away with it, I remember his beautiful referral picture that I carried proudly in my purse and told friends that with those eyes, he will not be able to do anything wrong.
On those cold Midwest days when all he wants to do is play outside, I remind myself of the visions I had of chasing a son around the yard.
When his high-energy, toddler days wear me to complete exhaustion, I am thankful that he can run, walk, climb and jump.
When Steve and I work on consistency in disciplining him, I am thankful that we can seek God for discernment and direction.
When it seems like he wants to control everything, I understand why because most of his life has been out of his control.
When he throws a temper tantrum, I have to remember how much he has been through in his young life.
When I stumble over balls preparing dinner in the kitchen, I am so thankful for a son.
We may no longer be living in a fairytale, but Samson, you are a dream come true. And for this, I am thankful for the miracle of adoption. We may have stepped out of a fairytale but you will always be our Prince!