My son had a bad day. Not your normal bad day, but the terrible-horrible-no-good-very-bad-day sort of bad day. The thing is, I have no idea why. Ben joined our family through adoption and every now and then he just goes on a mission to destroy the day.
Tonight as I was tucking him in I gave him an extra long hug. He needed it. While I was hugging him the most random idea popped into my head. I ran downstairs to fetch a permanent marker, ran back up and said, "You know how in Toy Story, Woody had Andy's name written on the bottom of his shoe because he belonged to him?" Ben said, "Yes. Buzz did, too." I said, "Well, I have an idea..." and I wrote "Mommy" on the bottom of his left foot. He giggled and said it tickled. Then I wrote "Daddy" on the bottom of his right foot. He giggled even harder.
"There," I said. "That proves it. You belong to us and no matter what happens or how bad your day is, no one can ever take you away from us. You are ours and we love you no matter what." Ben smiled really big.
When you love someone, you will do whatever it takes to get that love across. I hope that love will one day sink in so that he learns to trust us and begin to heal from the wounds of his early days. Because I really do love that little guy.