Cherry blossoms are a beautiful reminder to live in the present.
The cherry tree in our yard is in bloom and we’re gonna enjoy their beauty for the week or so that we have them this and every Spring.
They remind me that lovely moments in life are often fleeting and so we should enjoy them while they are here.
But the good news is they will return again and again.
That’s probably one of the most important lessons I’ve learned as T’s parent.
This weekend, on May 2 specifically, marks the 5 year anniversary of when the hubby and I met our beautiful little boy for the first time.
May 2 was a Monday in 2016. We had found out unexpectedly just four days prior that we were matched with not one, but two children. We ultimately decided to pursue adoption of T.
I left work halfway through the day and went on a one-hour transit ride through the subway and bus to a home in the West end of our City.
The hubby drove from his work and met me there. We arrived a few minutes before our appointment.
We rang the doorbell. T’s foster mother, whom we met a few days prior, opened the door. In her hands was our tiny little T, wearing a very sharp looking Hudson Bay hoodie.
We spent the afternoon playing with him and his foster brothers.
Over the course of the week, we made daily visits – sometimes during the morning, sometimes the evening – with each visit becoming longer.
Then he stayed over our home for the first time in the weekend then 12 days after our first visit, he moved in with us.
As starry-eyed first-time parents who had waited over seven years to be matched with a child, little did we know the adventure that we were going to embark on.
I’ve written a lot on this blog about the ups and downs of raising a child with great potential and a challenging prognosis of at-risk FASD.
But the message I always return to is that while there are so many hard moments, often on a daily basis, there are many beautiful moments that bloom throughout each day.
The first steps, the first words, the first “I love you,” the first hug, the first family roadtrips and adventures, the first day of school.
And like the blossoms of a cherry tree, I sometimes forget to take the time to enjoy them. They often feel fleeting in the daily chaos and they are blink and gone before you know it moments.
But thankfully, life is often filled with grace – and these moments will come into beautiful bloom again and again.