For many years, Mother’s Day was slightly heartbreaking for me. I love my mom, and I always have been and always will be honored to celebrate her. But as I got older, the desire in my heart to be a mom was so great. I avoided church on Mother’s Day and continually prayed that the Lord would one day bless me with the title of mama.
And then, our miracle was born. And tomorrow I will celebrate my 4th Mother’s Day, each one more blessed than the next because of how much I love our daughter. She is a gift from the Lord, “mama’s present from Jesus.”
However, I want to take not just a moment, because this is bigger than that—I want to pause to honor and respect and love the woman that birthed my child--the woman who loved her so much that she carried her and cared for her for 9 months, placing headphones on her growing belly so Sophia could listen to recordings of Kory and me reading stories and poems and singing songs so she would know our voices; who invited me to every single doctor’s appointment so I could be updated with her growth and care; who allowed us to name our little girl so Sophia would never think she was a do-over; who asked me to be in the birthing room, her blood soaking the floor and her cries filling the air, so I could witness the birth; and who insisted that she be the one, not a nurse or doctor or caseworker, who place Sophia into my arms so that when I tell her the story of her adoption, she would know she was placed and not discarded.
To this beautiful, special woman, thank you. I love you. Sophia will always know what an amazing person you are and the sacrifices you made for her. And every day I keep the promise I made to you--I love her with my whole heart for her whole life.
And then, our miracle was born. And tomorrow I will celebrate my 4th Mother’s Day, each one more blessed than the next because of how much I love our daughter. She is a gift from the Lord, “mama’s present from Jesus.”
However, I want to take not just a moment, because this is bigger than that—I want to pause to honor and respect and love the woman that birthed my child--the woman who loved her so much that she carried her and cared for her for 9 months, placing headphones on her growing belly so Sophia could listen to recordings of Kory and me reading stories and poems and singing songs so she would know our voices; who invited me to every single doctor’s appointment so I could be updated with her growth and care; who allowed us to name our little girl so Sophia would never think she was a do-over; who asked me to be in the birthing room, her blood soaking the floor and her cries filling the air, so I could witness the birth; and who insisted that she be the one, not a nurse or doctor or caseworker, who place Sophia into my arms so that when I tell her the story of her adoption, she would know she was placed and not discarded.
To this beautiful, special woman, thank you. I love you. Sophia will always know what an amazing person you are and the sacrifices you made for her. And every day I keep the promise I made to you--I love her with my whole heart for her whole life.
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