Someone Else's Child - The Sparrow Fund

My sweet son,

While watching you play with a group of children, another mother commented that she “could never love someone else’s child.” Her eyes can only see a child born from an unknown womb and of a different ethnicity, not sharing my blue eyes or light skin. How unfortunate that her eyes cannot see what I see.

When I look at you, I see an ornery sense of humor like your daddy. I see your Lego engineering skills that rival your brother’s. I listen to your contagious belly laugh and am reminded of your grandma. I admire your imagination that you share with your sister as you play together for hours. That short-sighted woman couldn’t see the deep mother/son bond we share as we snuggle early in the morning or know of the fierce protectiveness for you that overwhelms me sometimes. Your tawny skin and your almond-shaped eyes that disappear when you grin do not make me feel less connected to you but rather closer to the woman who loved you enough to give you life.

Your sweet spirit and tender heart are just like your Father’s. I am reminded that you, as well as your siblings born from my womb, are not really mine at all. All of my children belong to our Father, and you are a gift for me to nurture. I do love Someone Else’s child. And it’s easy because He tucked that love here in my heart even before I met you.

With love,
Your mommy

Originally posted on Mom Life Today

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Julia DesCarpentrie, aka: Mama, hey Honey, Jewel, MOMEEEE, yo Sis, oh Mother, Julie … depends on who needs me. I answer to the love of my life (who also just happens to be my husband), a drama tween, and three very rambunctious superheroes, and toddler diva. Several years ago we handed our safe little family over to God and told Him to take control. He buckled us in on an adventurous roller coaster that rocketed us to China to adopt our youngest child, spun us closer to His heart, and plunged us into the south where foster care once again changed our hearts and family. I can usually be found behind the wheel of ”Mama”s Monster Truck” (aka the family minivan) on the way to dance, tae kwon do, scouts or school. The laptop travels with me and most of my writing is done waiting in the school pick-up lane. Read more of her ramblings here.

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15 Replies to “Someone Else’s Child”

If you think about it, we all love Someone else’s children; they are not ours, but God’s children. I wish that everyone could see that.

This brought tears to my eyes……

So well written and so true!

Thank you for sharing something so close to my heart!!!!!

Beautiful. Thank you for those words.

Well said! Does that mother not realize that she already loves someone else’s child? She loves her husband I am assuming. Great post, thanks for sharing!

Love this! Brought tears to my eyes as I feel the very same about my almond eyed baby. She could not be more my daughter. People in our life laugh sometimes at how similar we’ve become in the short time we’ve been a family. Thanks for this precious post!

Thanks for this. It is so true. I too have been given this awesome gift..

Very well said!!!!

Perfect post….

Great post!

I love this! Thank you for describing so beautifully the reality of adoption.

Lovely! I once had a neighbor who asked if I ever wanted kids of my own. Just like the lady in the park,all she saw were my two kids who did not share my ethnicity. She offered to have a baby for me. I knew that I had a greater connection to my kids than she would ever have with her “own.” Where is my neighbor now? She divorced her husband, left the 3 kids with him and has not seen her kids in over 1 year. All true.