Glitter. It's a plague to most moms of littles. Pull the stuff out and kids go nuts. They dump it all over their craft, their clothing, the floor, track it all over the house. And then that gorgeous craft they proudly created sheds it all over the house until Mom can't stand it anymore and dumps it in the trash when they're not looking. Then when Mom thinks it's gone, it shows up in nooks and crannies of the house for weeks and months to come.
This is how I've seen glitter in the past. Not anymore.
Today my Chinese-American daughter (a title she proudly holds) had her first birthday party with friends. She turned 5 this week, and wanted nothing else for her birthday other than to have a princess party with her friends. She loves having little girls over. It is something she treasures and brings more joy than a car load of new Barbies.
Maybe it's because she's had sisters she's gained and lost and craves the company of other "sisters", even if it be for just a couple hours.
Mommy understands that void. That is why I don't mind glitter.
Glitter represents the fact that I have a daughter. This daughter was a daughter we chose, we were called to, we were gifted with through the sovereign hand of God. 5 years ago this week this same daughter was abandoned at the entrance to an orphanage, given a chance at life and love by a birth mother who knew she'd never see her again. This daughter is a treasure to me, and she didn't come to us easily or with little sacrifice or expense. So I don't mind the glitter.
Glitter also reminds me of our two host daughters we've had live with us in the past year. The fun they had with glitter was enough to make them giddy. They loved pulling out projects and making messes in our classroom. Both of them would have loved to have been here to celebrate with us today. Most recently I look at our last host daughter, E's, glittery handiwork she left us on the walls and a tear still comes to my eyes. Just today, after the party, she connected with us, chatting about how she misses us, our Bear dog, loves us very much and wants to talk to us. We still couldn't get a conversation to work on our computers but we tried so hard. We exchanged photos and heart emojis. Two weeks of separation across the world still feels like two days. I miss her and her brother dearly.
So I don't mind glitter.
I look in my daughter's bedroom and see the empty space, space reserved for a crib. The tubs of baby clothes and items we're keeping close by in case the call comes and we need to run to the hospital to bring our new daughter home. It's been 1 1/2 years of waiting, for a match, but every time the phone rings my heart still leaps and I run to see the caller ID. If this new little one makes double the messes with glitter, I won't mind. She can make 4X the mess, and I'll still sigh and smile. Because that means she'll be here, and we'll have her in our arms.
So I don't mind glitter.
I don't have big news to share about our adoption journey. We do know we are still moving forward with being foster parents, for now. After a 7 month wait to be approved (thanks to a very "busy" worker) we still haven't received any placements of children, but we've been assured it will be very soon. Where this fits in God's plan for our family in the long run, we don't know. We're just being obedient to His call to care for the least of these. As for our hosting journey, it is ending for now. We desperately want to see E and E find a forever family. They would thrive in an adoptive home where they can be given the time, nurture, and unconditional love they need and respond so well to. We will be heavily advocating for them to be hosted and adopted in the months to come. If our family situation were different, we'd be pursuing them in a heart beat. If you or someone you know is interested in pursuing these precious children, please let me know. We want nothing more than God's best for them and want to be their biggest cheerleaders.
While this seems like a perpetual wait for us, as we walk in and out of doors of opportunity, we can sit in discouragement or walk in joy. Some days there are honestly mixes of both. It has been emotionally, spiritually, and relationally exhausting. God is teaching us that this journey is not about us or our gaining another forever child or children. Instead, it's about glorifying Him in our care for the fatherless, whether it be transient, from a distance, or for forever.
So glitter doesn't bother me anymore.