It’s been a week already since we welcomed a third member at home. He’s the reason every routine changed completely. On his very first day at home I realized soon enough that despite the long preparation—mind setting, shopping of baby stuffs, reading of articles about having a baby, and other things we did to prepare for such day—we still seem to be overwhelmed by the mere presence of a little boy.
This little boy whom we’ve anticipated–like normal parents would–since early this year has taken charge of our lives. Now our sleeping and waking hours depended on his. My brewed coffee turned cold. Other meals have been skipped. AXN has been traded with Cartoon Network. Mythbusters was crushed by Dora. We’re now out of our comfort zone but we’re not complaining because we’re now officially parents.
One of the things I missed is having the time to blog. There’s no more time to kill. Like now, kid’s now watching TV and sooner will be begging to have his bath and I’d have to cut this entry short. So to end this post, I will leave a touching poem (by an unknown adoptive parent) which was shown to us on the first seminar we attended when we decided to have an adoption:
Once there were two women who never knew each other One you do not remember, the other you call your mother.
Two different lives shaped to make yours one One become your guiding star the other your sun.
The first gave you life the second taught you to live it
The first gave you need for love the second was there to give it.
One gave you nationality the other gave you a name
One gave you the seed of talent the other gave you an aim.
One gave you up – – it was all she could do
The other prayed for a child and God led her straight to you.
And more you ask me through your tears, The age old question through the years.
Heredity or Environment, which are you the product of? Neither my darling – – neither. Just two different kinds of love.
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