Dear Kip Moore,
I love you.
You see, we have this little boy to raise and it isn't always easy.
Sometimes he gets angry and throws chairs, breaks doors off of hinges or takes a permanent marker to everything in the living room.
Sometimes he screams that we're not his family because, biologically, we're not. Adoption can be harder than most people know. Sometimes our little boy truly believes he hates us and he wants his "real" mommy back, even though he never really knew her.
But today was just an ordinary day, not one of the tough ones, and your song, Hey Pretty Girl, was on the minivan radio. When I looked in the rearview mirror, I saw Nicholas crying. I asked why he was sad and, in his infinite 6-year-old wisdom, my son told me that sometimes, people cry even when they're not sad.
Wiping tears away he said, "I'm not sad, Mom. It's just this song. It touched deep in my heart."
He has heard your song before, but today he felt it.
He went on to explain as best he could, as he processed that one day, he could have a biological family of his very own.
"It makes my heart feel something, but I'm not sad. One day will I be married like the song man? And then I'll really be in a family? My own family?"
I wanted to insist that he's in a real family now, and I tried to remind him gently. But, no matter what I say or do, to him, it can never be the same. Kip Moore, today you gave my son the gift of hope: Hope that there will be belonging, and blood relation, and kinship in his future.
So, today this momma thanks you.
And your song's pretty good too.
With Love and Gratitude,
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