The other day I sent Billy to run some errands, in order to give me an hour or two of peace and quiet. You know that means he had to take the children, don’t you? When they got home, the boys came bounding in to tell me, “Mom, we had to make a special stop at Lowe’s so dad could buy ear plugs!” They were so proud. This is our reality—go ahead and laugh all you want.
My daughter Faith came inside after the boys, sweetly and quietly, and once again I was reminded how grateful I am to have a girl in this house full of loud boys. The month of March is a perfect month for wrapping up our children’s birthday sequence. Jack has January, Will owns February, and March always ends with a gentle remembrance of one of the best gifts I’ve ever been given. Nine years ago, this March 30th, will mark the day that Faith became our own.
The day I became a mom was seriously the best day of my life. When I had my first baby, I KNEW I was meant to be a mom. It just fit me. I wasn’t scared or hormonal, or freaked out by all the things new moms freak out about—being a mom was the thing that made me feel like I was the person I was supposed to finally be. So when having a second child proved difficult, we knew we had a choice to make…we could go the medical route, or we could adopt. We tried a few medical interventions, the first line of infertility treatments, and about the time my hormones were turning me into a psychotic loon, we decided adoption would be a better choice.
Our adoption story is simple. We did exactly what the adoption agency told us to do, and less than one year later, we were holding our Faith. And from the very first day she lived in our home, she was 100% Repenning. Not only did we have a little girl, Jack had the little sister he’d prayed for. She is truly the best gift another human being could ever give to me. I am forever indebted, and will forever be grateful to God for orchestrating such a magnificent plan.
The last several nights when I’ve gone in to say prayers with Faith, she’s included in her prayer, “And thanks God that March is my birthday month and help it to be fun and special for me”. At first I was a little annoyed, thinking she was being a little self-centered to think that one month a year was all about her. And then as I thought it over, I realized I’m raising a confident little girl who is thankful! What more could I ask for?
Faith is funny, beautiful, tender, and sweet. She is a free spirit and more than just a tad bit competitive. She has her own sense of style but is willing to take advice when she’s been a bit too liberal with her color combinations. She’s sensitive and smart, and understands that sometimes it’s best to let her brothers win, rather than taking another victory herself. She sings and dances like a natural, and even though I’m not a natural, she still loves to pull me into her room and we go to town! The boys beg us to turn the music down, and when we don’t comply, they slam their door shut, offended by our girlish good time. Every February when we go to our school’s annual sock hop, I just watch Faith dance, and do what she does. I fear I still mostly look like an idiot, but somehow her moves work for me, and I find I don’t care what anyone else thinks.
Her name is no mistake, in case you were wondering. Faith Nicole—“Faith” because I knew God was going to work out a plan, and heal our sadness, even though I didn’t know how. And “Nicole” for her birth mom—the person who sacrificed everything in order to give a little girl a mom and a dad. She’s one of three gifts we never deserved, but somehow were blessed in spite of that. Thank You God for March 30th. And thank You for my Faith.