by Rebecca Mayes
How do I even begin to describe all the blessings, all the pain, all the mercy I’ve experienced these past 15 years? But I will try this month, thanks to Katie’s invitation.
Maybe you’ll want to know about the ongoing challenges of parenting adopted children into adulthood, or what the finality of a hysterectomy meant to this barren woman, or how my faith has deepened and matured as a result of our Lord’s testing. I will share these stories – the ugly and the beautiful – in the weeks to come.
But first, allow me to share where my family is now and remind you where we came from.
When we first started blogging, our family was in St. Louis, but for the past 10 years we’ve been in Indiana. My husband has gone from a nine-to-five editor in a cubical to a well-known professor, scholar, and writer. I had to wrap my mind around this fact most recently when, during our visit to the Grand Canyon this past summer, we were stopped by a stranger who recognized him.
I’m so proud of the work he is doing and the way he is serving his students and the Church. I feel so blessed to be his helpmeet and cheerleader.
Our oldest (just eight-years-old when I published my first post) has been on his own for several years now, living and working nearby. It is a strange transition, this parenting of an adult. Once upon a time we provided for his every need. Now we have to beg him to come over for dinner just so we can see him and hear about his life.
The transition was not only strange but tumultuous, and it left some scars. Right now I find great joy in receiving his phone calls, hearing how his skills are developing at his job, and seeing his texts requesting another favorite recipe. We were a bit terrified about this little bird leaving the nest…but it looks like he can fly after all!
Speaking of strange transitions…our newly adopted infant son from 15 years ago is now a sophomore in high school and crossing that bridge from boyhood to manhood. This awkward stage is most evident when I call his phone and hear this much deeper voice on the other end enthusiastically answer, “Buddy the Elf, what’s your favorite color?”
Out of the blue one day a couple years ago he asked if his birthmother lived nearby. He revealed that when he sees a woman in a store with big brown eyes like his, he wonders if that’s her. That is the only question he has ever asked about her, but there must be more questions stored up in his heart. I hope they surface when he’s ready.
What has surfaced is a love for piano (which I delight in every time I hear him practicing Rachmaninoff or Debussy) and a quick wit which he wields in many a conversational spar around the dinner table. None of us seems to know where life will lead this one–except that eventually he’ll be the one doing the leading.
In my current vocations I find the most joy in continuing to care for the children that surround us in our various communities, whether that’s being in front of a Sunday School class, driving a carpool of kids home from school, or babysitting for family members and friends. What a blessing from our Lord that this barren woman is now part of a church and school with SO. MANY. CHILDREN. How ironic that I am, at the beginning of my “senior” years, surrounded by more children to care for than ever.
I can only imagine what changes the next 15 years might bring.
