Our daughter. Our joy.
Like never before, one Wednesday evening in May 2013, before bedtime, our two year-old daughter abandoned play before sleep and taking her bottle, stretch somehow nostalgically, in the crib, with her glance propped in my eyes. Was she expecting something from me? I bent down, as usually, over her and before giving her goodnight kisses, I whispered, betrayed by a boundless feeling: "You know, starting from today, you are officially our girl and we are the happiest parents in the world." Her answer was... a comfort with her little hand on my cheek, a caress like given by a grownup, full of tranquillity and warmth, as a great relief after a huge care, also as an insurance: "Mommy, Daddy, I am also the happiest girl in the world that I have you... ".
I am still under the influence of those emotions and I know that, in fact, they will never pass. Because I cannot help thinking that, in fact, our two years and four month’s old daughter is OURS and in our LIFE, even before January 2013, when we got her into the house.
The story began many years ago when my husband and I were still only two 16 year-old high school teenagers, in love one with the another and who, in the dreaming that never stopped until the age of 33, always thought of our children, one of them surely adopted...
In February 2012 we crossed the door of the Adoption Service from the Social Assistance and Child Protection General Directorate in Bacau, determined to fulfil our dream. We gladly followed, even if emotionally exhausted, what was to follow, and also exhausted by the whole procedure itself, all legal steps. In November 2012 we were presented the photo and file of a little girl and we knew, both my husband and I, that she is the one, she has always been. In January 2013, the little girl has been entrusted to us for adoption, and in May 2013, the court approved the adoption.
It's hard to say in a few words how our lives are now. The world has become not only more meaningful, but also indescribably beautiful. A continuous emotion is our world, "butterflies in our stomach", flocks, flocks: each of her smiles, every kiss, every prank, every game and every play together, the whims of a fancy girl, the tears of a sulky child, even the inherent anger crises specific to her age and ability to understand, her grownup care for mom and dad to walk on the sidewalk in order not to be run over by the "vumvum" (car), her care for mom and dad when in the park they sit on a bench very hot from the sun ("Ni, mom, ni, dad, ni puff, burn, burn" - no, mom, no, dad, no puff, burns, burns!), her serious clumsiness while helping us clean up, taking the mop or broom and dustpan ("Ei, ei, ni, mom! " - I, I, not mom!), her kisses for good night and her smile that greets us good morning...
Our world is a continuous feeling, yes. And we know that it will be like this forever, with all the worries and fears that intensify the second you become a parent, sometimes to the mental block in finding solutions. But about this, with all the joy, some other time...