July 09, 2007

Earning Rights, Receiving Grace

I've been thinking back to when Puppy first came home with us, how surreal it was. One day T and I drove off, just the two of us on the freeway with an empty car seat in the back. We came back somebody's parents.

I've always felt that I had to earn my motherhood, to earn the right to call myself Puppy's parent. K's connection to Puppy seemed so clear from the very beginning--the result of biology, made evident in her care for him before and after his birth. My own connection felt so tenuous back then. "I'm your mama," I would whisper into his tiny ear, trying to convince myself it was true. Only K and R's blessing, their choice of us, kept me from feeling like a fraud.

Much is often made of the legal paperwork of adoption, as if it has the power to create or erase relationships. I think K loved Puppy as much the moment after she signed the consent forms as she did the moment before. I'm certain the termination of his first parents' rights meant nothing to Puppy--all he likely "knew" in his foggy newborn haze was that K's familiar presence had disappeared and his basic needs were being met. Hopefully--oh, how I hope!-- he also sensed our tender love for him. Right away, I realized so clearly that everything up to that point--home study and paperwork, process and waiting--had little to do with whether he would one day consider me his mother. The process of adopting was coming to an end; the process of becoming a parent was just beginning. It was only the hours of caring for him, layered one upon the next, which finally made motherhood real to me. I put in my time until one day calling myself Puppy's mom was no longer an exercise in faith.

The legal stuff has an important place, but it isn't a court order that makes me Puppy's mom. It is the relationship I'm building with him and the promises I've keeping. If I have any rights as Puppy's parent, they are ones I've earned. I think i must be the same for non-adoptive parents. It's not about creating or adopting a child. It's about staying committed to them, putting their needs before your own, loving them conscientiously.* That's what makes you a parent.

Earning a right seems like a contradiction. But, to me, that's a reality of parenting. We didn't do anything to deserve our kids, not really. We aren't entitled to be parents. We work for it, every day. And in adoption we have to work just a little bit harder. Our family bonds are built from scratch, started from loss.

But I'm seeing just now that I'm working for something I can't really earn. If grace is an unearned gift, then parenthood has been grace to me. K and R extended it by placing him with us. Puppy bestowed it the first time he opened his arms toward me saying, "Mama." I suppose I am working to deserve that gift, to do the impossible and be worthy of grace.


* Which, incidentally, can be done by first parents, too. This isn't meant to be an I-do-all-the-work-therefore-I'm-the-real-mom screed.

9 comments:

Going Back to Square One said...

Yeah. That was a beautiful, perfectly-worded post.

Now I don't have to write it. ;-)

You rock, Heather.

D said...

Wow. Excellent. And very validating, even on the waiting side of adoption.

mama2roo said...

You're so good heather. Well written and true.

Heather.PNR said...

Aw, thank you!

justenjoyhim/judy said...

What they said. Amazingly beautiful.

Lauren said...

This strikes a chord of sadness in firstmothers who are parenting (well, with me, anyway) because of all of the miracles I witness with my daughter that I am parenting...

Was I NOT worthy of experiencing the same miracles with my son (that would have been just fine if I had kept him...)???

This plauges me every day.

Nothing against a-moms. I promise. I just don't know where to draw the line. One child vs. another.

UGH.

BethGo said...

Nice post. I just wrote about loss in relation to adoption and relinquishment on my blog too.
It must be in the air.

BTW: The word verification for this comment is "rthym".

SJ said...

I love your view and it was expressed beautifully. Great post.

MrsSpock said...

This struck a chord with me even though I gave birth to my son. That "I am his mother" feeling was not instantaneous, but came after weeks of parenting him.

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