This week, we celebrated the first bell of 2015, commonly known as the first day of school. Moms all over the world, we weep and rejoice all at once, right? We sent them back in a staggered pattern, elementary school and our newly minted 6th grader, then 7th and 8th graders.
This is a day I wasn’t sure I would ever see when we were hospitalized in April. There was her code, then questions of a stroke. Then many, many, many months to get her back to where she was. She’s still not totally there, but every day is a little better. Nothing keeps this girl down. She walked into that school like this was no big deal, like this spring had never even happened.
Every day I talk to people about adoption, the good, the bad and the ugly. Sometimes, there is more than good. Sometimes, there is miraculous. I did nothing to deserve this. I did nothing to deserve her, or any of the rest of my kids. Yet, here I am, watching this all unfold.
–FullPlateMom, who is the luckiest woman in the world.