There are times you KNOW there is a higher power

For me it is when I look at my Angelgirl - I KNOW there is a divine higher power in the universe, no doubt, no question, just joy.

It hit me today that I had dropped off my Angelgirl for the last time at before school care and she has only one half day left of 5th grade on Monday (but I have the day off, so I’ll be taking her in) and she would be off to middle school next year (scary thought) and this weekend she is off to Karate camp (she gets her black belt in the fall) and last month we celebrated her 11th birthday. I don’t know why but I keep welling up with happy memory tears the past few days just thinking about how awesome this journey has been being her Mom and how quickly the time flies.

My husband and I flew half way around the world to meet her in Oct. 1996. When she was placed in our arms she was five and half months old and a sleeping bundle of total awesomeness, my heart nearly burst with love and joy.

The whole year and a few months leading up to our trip we felt like we were walking on air. After years of dead ends, false hope and other nerve wracking trials when we learned about adoptions from China, at that very first meeting we just “knew” it was for us. As the process of filing paper work, interviews, evaluations chugged along and political issues in China caused a few stalls and the program was put on hold for a few months, some how in our very core we knew it was all going to be ok.

We traveled to China with 9 other families. We stood together in silence waiting to hear our name called as each of the foster mothers brought in our new daughters. Each tiny bundle so beautiful and welcomed with so much love into open arms. Tears, laughter, ooohs and ahhhs, a few little cries with the first diaper changes and we all were quickly hustled back on the bus and back to the hotel rooms to begin our days of parenting - for some us this was our first time having 100% responsibilty for another living person — and for us there was a bit of nervousness. Angelgirl’s smile and tiny hands holding our fingers melted away any new parent apprehension and we gazed at her almost constantly (I barely remember any sites or scenery of China - but I remember her favorite position to sleep in, I remember how her fingers curled around her daddy’s nose and so much more).

We talked with the other parents over the next 10 days as we filed tons of paper work at various locations in China - every one had that same wonderful feeling of some kind of divine intervention surrounding us and guiding the whole process. One father had been hit by a car the week before, he said as “I was gliding over the hood in slow motion I “knew” everything was ok that nothing would go wrong” - and sure enough he had some brusing and scrapes, and he was a bit sore still, but he was ok. We still get together once a year with the families for a big dinner at a Chinese restaurant in Philadelphia, and it’s truly wonderful to see each of the girls growing up - at the end of each dinner the girls are usually spending time playing together (this year they were exchanging emails), every time it just happens naturally at one point all the parents just stop and we end up just smiling and watching them for a few moments remembering that very first day — then we all hug and start chattering again about how awesome it’s been, where does the time go, what’s new and exciting, and planning our next get together.

But in that moment of silence when we all relive that first moment, we can experience it again — that shared moment of bliss and contentment — where there is no doubt there is something out there that is truly Divine and it touches our lives. We just need to listen and be still, and we’ll know it - there is a higher power that guides us.

Health and Happiness, Lady Rose, founder of the Diet Pulpit

(reprinted 2WitchesBlog)

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