I never really liked my birthday although I don’t have any
good reason. Most years, it was just another day. But my birthday six years ago was
different. We were traveling back from
Ethiopia to Seattle with our little girl.
She would arrive at our home and meet her new brothers on the date of my
birth. That made this day take on special meaning for me. I love that our sweet daughter
officially entered our family on the same day I entered the world. It wasn’t planned but gives us a connection I
treasure. As Leyla was working on her talk for our event this year, she included this connection without any
prompting. “I came home on my mom’s
birthday and she said it was the best birthday ever.”
This startlingly beautiful and deeply empathic child
continues to challenge and stretch me in ways I never expected just as she surprisingly
provided healing through just being.
As she gains awareness of both our similarities and our differences, our
connections and our challenges, she forces me, through her gentle but persistent
probing, to keep digging deeper into what matters and what is real. Her questions carry so much weight but yet no
judgment – a combination I strive for but don’t always achieve. Her mind is open to taking it all in whether
it makes sense or not. She doesn’t shy
away from the complex or the painful; setting an example I try to follow.
Through our conversations which often occur in quiet spaces where it is just the two of us, I gained a number of valuable insights:
I have said to my kids I have enough love for all three of them; so too I learned my child has enough love for all her parents. My daughter’s feelings for her first mom are
beautiful and special and give me a glimpse into a woman I have never met but
love dearly.
Differences matter. Not
because they have to divide us but because they impact our experience
and path. Seeing something from my daughter’s vantage point gives me a chance to look at the world from another angle and
often can see things I missed. For
example, my daughter’s view of her brown skin and my peach tone which “don’t
match but that’s okay” gave me a peak into her reality as part of a trans-racial
family.
Working through challenging situations honestly and openly
builds trust and also greater understanding on both sides. Answering my daughter’s direct “why” questions as she seeks to wrap her mind around how there such gulfs in resources and opportunity
illuminate for me that there are no satisfactory answers. I need to continue to work on
being part of the solution even for issues that seem not solvable in our
lifetime.
I have to meet my daughter where she is, not where I want her to be. Her reality is different than mine and different from my boys. I can’t and shouldn’t pretend otherwise. I have to accept her pain and loss as well as her amazing joy for life because it is all her. She needs me to help her navigate her path while acknowledging where I cannot provide her everything she needs and make sure I surround her with the support she needs.
I have to meet my daughter where she is, not where I want her to be. Her reality is different than mine and different from my boys. I can’t and shouldn’t pretend otherwise. I have to accept her pain and loss as well as her amazing joy for life because it is all her. She needs me to help her navigate her path while acknowledging where I cannot provide her everything she needs and make sure I surround her with the support she needs.
Welcoming a child from another land into my heart was welcoming an entire culture with her.
And doing so added richness to my human experience. This blog was started when my daughter was a
toddler and I wanted a tangible way to express a connection to her birth country. What happened since has been eye-opening. The ties I now have are real and breathtaking and ever expanding as is
my understanding of my daughter and my commitment to making a positive
contribution in her country.
Once I opened my life to a variety of cultures, some by birth and experience and some by choice – Dutch, Greek, American and Ethiopian directly and so many more indirectly through dear friends, I truly began to evolve into a citizen of the world. And I see the opportunities for mankind, if we all moved that direction, as limitless.
Once I opened my life to a variety of cultures, some by birth and experience and some by choice – Dutch, Greek, American and Ethiopian directly and so many more indirectly through dear friends, I truly began to evolve into a citizen of the world. And I see the opportunities for mankind, if we all moved that direction, as limitless.
Happy Homecoming my little princess; I can’t imagine my life
without you; I know your dad and brothers feel exactly the same way. And each year, I look forward to what you
will teach me and how you will stretch me as you grow. I am honored to be your
mom. And humbled to now count Ethiopian as one of my cultures.
Here are some pictures of this amazing year – Happy Birthday
to me.
