I've been called "Mommy" accidentally on many occasions in my classroom, but yesterday was a first to be called "Daddy". Actually, it was one of the most touching moments that made me want to cry. The other students chuckled, of course, wondering how I could be accidentally confused for a male parent. However, this little girl happens to have no mom in her life. Cancer stole her mom and a huge part of her heart three years ago, and her dad has let me know that only this year has she even taken an interest in learning. She's a handful, but so hard not to love. Just seeing the spark in her eyes, knowing what she's been through, is enough to tug on your heart strings and make you just want to hug her.
So, with that being said, when she accidentally addressed me as "Papi" yesterday (Daddy), I took it as quite the compliment.
- I am a wife, daughter, mother, bilingual teacher, poet, author, women's Bible study teacher, world traveler, orphan advocate, and an adoptive mother. Our adoption journey has been filled with a lot of hurt and loss, along with even more hope, grace, and healing. Through it we have experienced more of God than we ever bargained for and have watched Him miraculously redeem our story when we surrendered all the broken pieces to Him.