I'm No Hero

We lost my Grandma the day after Thanksgiving.  I was recently visiting where she lived and had the opportunity to see some of the people she went to church with.  I was approached by a gentleman who thanked me for adopting Mitchell and said how great it was of us to do such a thing.  I simply thanked him in return and we parted ways shortly thereafter. 

That conversation has bothered me ever since.  I think it is because I realize my motives for wanting to adopt were more on the selfish side than on the caring for others side.  But, it doesn't really matter.  Because it was still God's plan coming to fruition.  Something had to keep me going when obstacles arose.  Something had to make me want to move forward when the path just seemed to hard.  And if that something was a DEEP longing to be a mother, that God had planted in my heart, who am I to judge.  The truth is, Mitchell is making just as much of a difference in my life as I am making in his.  Parenting is hard.  But I wouldn't trade the opportunity to be Mitchell's Mom for anything.  The rewards are GREAT. 

So, I wish I would have responded to that gentleman with "I'm no hero.  I was just following where God was leading me." Instead of "Thank you."

No matter how hard of a job it is, I LOVE being this little guy's Mommy!

                                       "Cheeseburger!"