This morning our church held a baby dedication, and based on these pictures, someone felt perfectly fine with standing up in front of everyone.
They are a bit blurry, but you can see Titus attempting to make a run for it and doing his best Sumo wrestler impersonation. Of course, he was not interested in being held AT ALL, and based on all the tugging, what he really wanted to do was run around the stage.
Titus has been doing well, aside from the diet restrictions (liquids till Monday, then soft foods like yogurt and purees until Wednesday). His "Mama" already sounds more clear, and I'm excited to see what kind of progress he will make in speech once everything is healed up.
Of course the baby dedication was held to coincide with Mothers Day. Maybe I have a lot more adoption friends in my facebook feed, or maybe it's because I know of some people who have lost mothers in the last year (although, I'm sure that happens every year), but this time, it's a little bittersweet. I keep thinking about the mothers who will not be celebrating with their sweet child today, especially the ones who have contributed to my motherhood. How do you celebrate something so full of both joy and sorrow? It's a hard lesson to teach my kids, and one that will probably be
taught sooner rather than later, thanks to our conspicuous family.
But there is always hope. Our service this morning began with Joy of the Lord by Rend Collective. That's how we manage to make it through this whole life, fraught with pain but filled with joy too. And I will teach my kids to look to the One who will, one day, make all things right.