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The day my heart caught up.

October 1, 2016October 31, 2017Adoption, Infertility, Surrender Becky Morquecho 21 Comments on The day my heart caught up.

October 1st, 2015. One year ago today. We were cruising north in our rental car, jamming to T-Swift (as always) and I turned down the music and turned to Jesse.…

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The window is pushed up all the way, as far as it will go, so just the screen separates me from the wanting, grown-up world. I’m tucked into bed. My little body swimming in an oversized t-shirt (this is still my go-to approach to jammies). I pull the heavy covers up to my chin, snug and tight, with just my nose peeking out...

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  • It’s too easy to hide behind our cute kids. To purposefully stand them in front of us to block weight we wish wasn’t there, the wrinkles they’ve given us or ideas we’re just a little too afraid to admit. It’s too easy to turn conversations back to them and their to-die-for giggles or funny things they’ve said. I’m guilty. It’s hard not to do when you’ve waited so long or tried so hard or sacrificed so much...whatever your default reason is. And I’m 99.9% sure I’m not the only newish (or oldish, for that matter) mom who’s done this. So, here I am. An older but newish mama who’s sort of tired but actually pretty well rested. The grays are stampeding my scalp. (Pretty sure @callynh counted past 17 when I asked her how many gray hairs she saw. In ONE little cluster.) But today I worked at Starbucks for 2.5 hours. I bought myself a coffee. And a bacon Gouda breakfast sandwich. I finalized the chapters for my book proposal. I reached out to old friends I’ve been missing since our sweet thang came home. All such little things that felt so big. For us, we chose to have an incredibly intentional season with Vera to foster attachment, bonding and security. It was easy to stand her smack dab front and center because of that. I think some of that trickled into our new normal and we’re finally chipping away the rough edges so we all have space to shine. I’m determined that us mamas need to stand front and center more often and bare our makeup-less faces, our deep souls and our big ideas with the world. I mean, isn’t that what we hope we’re giving our cute kids the confidence to do, too?💛
  • 🌈 Cotton candy skies.
  • According to Vera...
If something is little, it’s “baby.” (Pretty easy to get on board with.)
If something is big or a lot it’s “WHOA.” (Pretty sure this started when we were driving and I’d say, “Look at that big truck! WHOA!” The “whoa” stuck.)
Like, there’s just some “baby rain” on the window. Or, she stubs her toe and she tells me it’s her “WHOA toe” = her big toe.
So, here they are...my baby valentine and my WHOA valentine. And I’m feeling WHOA love for them both and their sweet love for each other. #weloveyouveramuch 
Photo by @theleoloves 💛
  • “You are brave.
You are kind.
You are smart.
You are beautiful.
You are funny.
You are thoughtful.
God made you so special.
Do you know how much your mama and dada love you?”
She says, “yeah,” with a smirky smile, every time.

This morning as we were making coffee and I was covering my little girl with kisses and these words that just don’t do her justice, I realized that I can’t even begin to know how God feels about me. HIS little girl who is sometimes too hard on herself. Sometimes too judgmental of others. Sometimes too quick to speak. Sometimes, well...a lot of things I don’t always like to admit.

Oh, this motherhood thing. It pushes and pulls. It’s frustrating and delightful. But my latest, newest favorite thing about it is how God is using this brave, smart and beautiful little girl to give me opportunities, one after the next, to shed fear, expectations and shame and settle deeper into the freedom of his holy, healing arms. 
Sweet girl, you really don’t know beautiful you are. #weloveyouveramuch #motherhoodmoments
  • I’m an Enneagram 1 and true to form RE: being suuuuper driven by convictions. God told me to quit my job (where I got to travel to places like Maui, Chile and Switzerland) and move to South Africa to work for a ministry. It took me some time to gain the clarity, courage and confidence to do it, but I did. The outcome of obedience? The beginning of finally having a real relationship with the Lord. Oh, and meeting my hubby there, too. Three years into our journey with infertility, God told me we were supposed to adopt a baby. Once again, it took me some time to gain the clarity, courage and confidence to say, “Yes! Okay! We’ll do it!” But finally, we started the process. The outcome of obedience? You’re looking at her. I can’t even begin to tell you the abundance he’s poured out on Jesse and me through this spunky little girl. I have a feeling God’s always going to guide me with strong convictions. I’m working on trusting him just a little bit sooner, knowing full well how he provides such goodness on the other side. #weloveyouveramuch #enneagram #enneagram1 #toddlerootd
  • I have a duty to uphold.
I have a space to claim.
I can’t stand in that light,
drowning in the darkness.
I can’t sing my redemption song
shackled to my past.
And so,
I tilt my head to the heavens.
My face to the sun.
My forgiveness to former foes.
My gladness to my King.
For he reigns.
He stirs.
He is.
The beginning of it all.
My way and truth.
My path.
The only road to where I want to go.
Photo by @theleoloves
  • V’s smile brought to you by the Nana Cam! Pigtails were a fight but I chalked it up as a worthy battle 🤷🏽‍♀️ Drawing not for sale. #weloveyouveramuch
  • 24 hours ago we quit the paci cold turkey and moved Vera’s crib out of our room and into hers. She did surprisingly well with both of those things (not fabulously, but better than we expected 😉). The paci I can do without but I sort of missed her climbing over the side of her crib onto our bed and into my arms in the middle of the night. I sobbed to Jesse after she finally fell asleep and I left her room. Little miss banana hands is practically 2 1/2. And here we are in a new year and a new season for our family and all I want to do is soak up her silly sense of humor and those still sort-of chubby little hands that still reach out for mine. 💛 #weloveyouveramuch

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