I didn’t grow you in my body for nine months. I wasn’t there the day you were born. I didn’t even know if you’d stay. But this was ten minutes after meeting you, after having my heart expanded and obliterated all at once, loving you more than words could ever say and being born into a Mother.
I was racked with uncertainty about having children. I couldn’t picture myself pregnant. I didn’t feel particularly connected to motherhood. I had a lot of doubt and mistrust.
But then the wild, uncertain path of foster adoption was revealed and there was no doubt in my mind, just piles of paperwork and anticipation.
A year and a half later, our story is still being written. I thank God over and over again each day. You are my greatest teacher and and my greatest adventure. I am so honored to mother you.