Today I wanted to remember all the mothers who, like me, have been mothers in a different way and with great affection. Almost 17 years ago I arrived in Lanzarote with my second son, his green eyes shone and did not close, because for him everything was new. A great journey and learning awaited me, because although a biological mother; this experience was unique. As my friend Felipe and I said, when we went to Saramago's house to tell our experience to other parents, you have to be very generous of heart to be able to give LIFE to a child who doesn't know us at all, who comes to a place that is not his, other smells, flavors, climate, that feeling of being unprotected and being with people they don't know at all. I stopped to think and it had to be very hard, that beginning without being able to share a word, teaching him to give a kiss, things that seem basic but they didn't have them.
As a psychologist told us, if we had to go through that experience, we would surely cry, because even if they come to a better life, the one they know is the only one for them. After a three-day trip with sub-zero temperatures, I felt some dread, because many things turn against you, but my desire to be a mother could obviate everything.
When I hear many women say that they want to adopt, I admire their decision, because you have to be very prepared and full of love to go through that experience.
Those backpacks come loaded with many frustrations and pain, it is not easy. I was very struck by the story of Bach, he was destined to be a musician. He had a happy childhood, his father, who was a violinist, taught him to play the instrument. At the age of ten, tragedy struck; his parents died within a year of each other. At a time when orphaned children were often abandoned, Johann Sebastian was adopted by his older brother, Johann Christoph, his brother taught Johann Sebastian to play the keyboard, and at the age of fifteen he got him his first paid job in a church choir, he was lucky, not everyone runs the same. Many get lost along the way, and never recover.
Attachment in adopted children is something that develops from the affection that is given to them. For an adopted child, emotional stability is, perhaps, even more essential than for any other child. They don't usually ask for it, but they do look for it. My confidence that I was already a mother; and that everything was going to be an easy road, was a big mistake; you had to be brave and courageous, learn something of their language to be able to communicate, and live together. Today, at 23 years old; he is an extraordinary being, he achieved his goals, with his studies, intelligent and capable of everything he sets his mind to. The best thing is that his path, despite being difficult and stony, did not twist and his backpack allowed him to be what he is today, a happy child.
I, his travel companion, sometimes, that unbearable and repetitive mom, did not let that road be even more difficult for him. I can feel proud to see how he has a very beautiful relationship with his brother Arón, travel companions, laughter and with all the love they profess.
The enthusiasm, the desire, the tenacity, the courage and above all the dedication without expecting anything, made it possible for that green-eyed boy who came from the cold to have a happy life.
Андрей и Арон, братья по сердцу.
Andrey and Arón, brothers of HEART.
