Most things are better homemade…cookies, chocolate cake, a family roast. Other things are nicer from a shop like clothes, shoes (you should have seen the pair I tried to make), handbags…and babies.
I’m not Emma and Ben’s birth mom and I often joke with people that I swapped them for a Blackerry and an iPod, respectively. Seriously though they weren’t swapped for anything. In fact Emma and Ben are ‘shop bought’ and I’m more than happy with this. The truth is Mark and I couldn’t have made anything near as perfect as our pigeon pair on our own. If they had been produced courtesy of our genes they’d have a funny ear (a la me), sinus and nose problems (a la Mark), major hang ups (yes, me again) and a rather abnormally large forehead (guess who?)
But instead of starting life off on the back foot Emma and Ben are absolutely perfect – they are beautiful, sun kissed angels sans the wings. Emma is funny and bright. She is charming and sunny. Her smile lights up a room and the twinkle in her brightens up a dreary mood. She is independent an stubborn. She’s nobody’s pushover but she’s still a girlie girl. She adores her little brother (in fact I think she thinks we got him just for her) and has a heart the size of an ‘elephants’ bum’. She is compassionate and kind and wants to put a plaster on anything that’s hurting, including a heart.
Ben is coming out of his first three months and is doing so much better. The colic or reflux has eased and he’s no longer an angry, pooping, crying, drinking machine. In the thick of things I was told ‘this too shall pass’ and you were all right. Ben is smiling and ‘chatting away. I think he smiled back at me the other day (or he was just having a major poo) and my heart melted. His smile stretches across his face. He dotes on the attention from his big sister and hers is the voice he responds to the most.
Both of them are loved beyond measure, by us, and by friends and family. More so I think than if they were our own. I’ve asked friends whether it’s because they’re adopted and there’s maybe a small amount of pity and the answer has been a resounding ‘no’. They are so loved because they were so wanted and everyone knows that. Not a day a goes by (tantrums and all) that I don’t count myself incredibly lucky that Emma and Ben chose us to be a part of their adventure…