Crayons, Dr. Seuss, and Tinkertoys. Life is good.
I answer to a lot of different names: my first, middle, and last names, and, like all siblings, I answer to my sister’s name. When you have a name like Faith, a lot of times people will just pick a virtue and spit it out there hoping it’s the right one—Hope, Joy, Charity, Grace. There have been a couple different people in my life who thought I looked like a Paige, so they called me that. In the Middle East, I’m Iman. To my nieces and nephew, I’m Dolly.
I have a new name now—it’s Mom.
My journey to that name has been pretty different. There weren’t doctors and nurses taking care of both of us. There wasn’t any family in the waiting room cheering. There wasn’t someone there to hold my hand. There wasn’t any pushing or pain. Just a five-year-old little boy who walked through the door and into my life. Once the first social worker dropped him off and the second social worker swung by so I could sign papers, it was just the two of us. I asked him if he had eaten and fed him dinner and we got on with the business of learning how to be a family
He immediately started calling me Mom. I had always imagined the first time I was called that it would be a really magical moment. Instead, it was one of the most terrifying. Full disclosure: I cried myself to sleep the first four nights, and I couldn’t keep a meal down the first three days.
I would say I spent the first week and a half simply in survival mode. Now God is leading me into the joy of motherhood. Don’t get me wrong—I’m still tired all the time, but it’s so worth it. I love how we snuggle in the rocking chair for a few minutes after he gets up every morning. I love his jokes that make no sense. I’m excited about introducing him to the things I loved as a kid like Adventures in Odyssey and the Chronicles of Narnia and classic Disney movies.
So the moment I became a mom was actually beautiful, but sometimes beautiful is messier than we expect it to be. While I LOVE it that he calls me mom now, and I think it’s beautiful, it also breaks my heart that it’s such a transferrable title to him. It should only ever be one person in your whole life that has that honor, but at least for right now, God has made that honor is mine.
And I will lead the blind in a way that they do not know, in paths that they have not known I will guide them. I will turn the darkness before them into light, the rough places into level ground. These are the things I do, and I do not forsake them. Isaiah 42:16
K. Faith Morgan
I am a dyslexic writer, asthmatic singer, world traveler with a rotten sense of direction, and single foster mom learning how to parent by God’s grace. I am foster mom to one and aunt to quadruplets. I am a southern girl, but design is my football. I can’t follow X’s on a football field, but John Singer Sargent’s portrait of Madame X makes my heart skip a beat. I believe great design can change lives, and life is too short for beige. Free is my favorite word, clearance is my second favorite word, and sesquipedalian is my third favorite word. Learn more about my fostering journey at momunprepared.wordpress.com.