Okay, not completely numb, but just sorta distant and emotionless these days. Vacant perhaps?
I have felt this way each and every time a new child has been added to our family. Birth or adoption.
I kinda wonder if it is simple self-preservation. Or does it make me a bad Mom?
A friend mentioned tonight (and said it in a sort of self-depreciating way), that she is not the type to cry over movies a whole lot. As though that would make her less of a woman.
Perhaps that is why I feel no small amount of guilt over my state of being right now.
I think at the heart I am simply overwhelmed. Overwhelmed at the current to do lists, sure. But mostly overwhelmed by the knowledge of the enormity of what is to take place in a few weeks.
Change. Transition. For my son. For our whole family.
It’s all rather daunting.
So, I hold it in. And suddenly in those moments leading up to holding him in my arms, I will shake and tremble. I will probably snap at my husband. I will think of all the things I did not do to better prepare for that moment.
And then it will all come together. The puzzle piece will find its home.
And then I will truly feel.