finding your own fairy tale
It was a Sunday morning. A beautiful morning with sunlight glinting through the windows. A morning that started with a lie and tears and parenting at its grittiest.
I thought about just going back to bed.
But instead we kept going, right through the “you don’t really love me” and the begging and manipulation and tears. Right through the questions in our own minds of what and how and “do we have any idea what we’re doing?” Right on through all of it.
Later a woman stopped me in the grocery store. “I’m so excited for you,” she said, “it’s like a fairy tale. You got a family, just like you wanted.”
I wanted to sit her right down and explain. I wanted to tell her that this was no fairy tale. Adoption is hard, all by itself, and adopting an older child is excruciating. It’s not really about me getting the family I wanted– in fact, it’s not about me at all.
I wanted to explain that I still have dreams about having babies and every time my daughter says, “You know, you’re not really my mom,” it hurts. And every time she says something no eight-year-old should ever know, I cringe and have to fight down the wish that I could have raised her from birth so I wouldn’t have to deal with this mess.
But I didn’t. And I’m thankful I didn’t. Because I would have been wrong. Not that it wasn’t truth, but it would have been wrong because it wouldn’t have been the whole truth.
Isn’t that the bad rap the traditional fairy tale has been given, anyway? It doesn’t tell the whole story.
The whole story includes the next Sunday, which was Mother’s Day. We traveled to a friend’s church and sat on metal fold-out chairs and worshiped with Believers we had never met before. Facing a Mother’s Day with a daughter snuggled against me made my heart squeeze so tight I could barely breathe for the beauty of it.
“Mommy?” she whispered in my ear, “are we almost done?”
Since the preacher was only on his first point, I felt confident in saying no.
I reached for my notepad and I thought about fairy-tales and how your perspective can be changed just by how the story is written. I thought about the week before, as we worked through the lying and fear and finally found the root of the problem– that understanding about being loved is difficult and learning to trust and love back is a scary process.
I thought about the whole story. How we are all living lives that are beautiful and harsh and painful and breathtaking. How God created our hearts to beat with hushed reverence at His glory, and to open wide and embrace all with His love.
So my pen scratched on the yellow-green pages and the story unfolded. It kept a little girl busy during a long sermon, and my heart was reminded to find the fairy tale in my story once again.
Hi Natasha,
I love this post. I think this is about the third or fourth time reading it in the past several years. I love the story you wrote for yur sweet girl😉😊🥰😍💖❤ I’m sure she probably loved it equally as much😉 I love the dress your sweet girly is wearing in the pictures. I actually had a dress which was VERY similar when I was that same age. My Mom would agree with the little girl in the story about not loving the spiders😉😁 My Mom HATES spiders🙄😬😕😟😱😮
God Bless!
Bethany Davis
Beautiful pictures. Beautiful girl. Beautiful story.
We all have to find our own fairy tale, seeing how God is weaving our stories.
I’m still just SO happy for you!
<3
So much beauty and love, truth and reality. Thank you for sharing it all, Tasha. It’s easy to tell you are a fabulous mommy to your lovely daughter.
Tasha,
Wow God certainly is the God of redemption! We know God is walking this walk with you!
Love the photos, the story, the hope. Thanks!
Delite
Aww, gorgeous! In so many ways… <3
I’ve never understood “the end” in fairytales, or any other story for that matter, because we know it’s simply where the path diverges… it’s not the beginning either, but a new chapter.
Such beauty.
Blessings.
Natasha, oh what a glorious story of ongoing redemption. I was walking into town this morning in Scotland thanking God for your news and praying for your wee family.
Oh, Anna– thank you so much for the prayers! I am astounded at God’s grace. He is good.
Just an FYI your photography is about a billion times better than it was a few years ago 🙂 (and you were never bad at it so what does that tell you)
Ha ha! Thanks! 🙂