Dandelion Dust

Against my better judgement I downloaded the book, "Like Dandelion Dust" by Karen Kingsbury. It's a Christian Fiction book about an adoptive family who are suddenly faced with a fraud adoption and the risk of loosing their son. It was a book I had on my wish list for a while but was to fearful to read it. It seamed it would hit a little too close to home.....but curiosity got the best of me and the next thing I knew it's 2:00 a.m. and I am crying my eyes out reading this story. The title "Like Dandelion Dust" holds a lot of different meanings through out the story, but it made me realize......EVERYTHING we have is like dandelion dust! No matter how tight we hold onto it.....it could blow away with no chance of ever catching it.

I, of course, found myself in the story. And the similarities were frightful. The boy was born in September, he had a stuffed monkey he liked to sleep with, every morning he climbed into his mom and dad's bed before he started his day, he loved playing basketball and his favorite breakfast was french toast. The exact same as my own son. About half way through I felt a knot in my stomach. I KNEW this was just a story, a fiction story but what if...what if we were faced with the same logistic that was described on these pages? Everything we had, Everything we knew could be gone....just like that....like dandelion dust.

I laid there with my eyes closed, but not sleeping for about thirty minutes. I flashed through all the little moments I had through the day. Making breakfast, drying tears, watching the same cartoon ALL day, playing with cars, shooting hoops, cuddeling...cuddeling...cuddeling. I would for sure miss cuddling the most. I slipped out of bed and tip-toed into Daylen's room and sat down next to his bed. I watched as he slept in the only home he had ever known....he would EVER know.

I rememberd back to when we first brought Daylen home. We had to go through many days of waiting for the lawyers and social workers to finalize paper work, for birth parents to sign releases, for judges to review and confirm, for prayers to be answered, for God's Will to be revealed. I remembered thinking that the day we could officially say he was "OUR SON" would never come. It seemed, in those days, that he would be gone.....Like Dandelion Dust.

But here I sit, two years later, watching MY son sleep, in a room that will forever be his, in a home that will always be his, next to a Mommy that will always be known as his.

Look around you, if everything you had vanished like Dandelion Dust, what would you miss the most?