I tiptoed into your room one night. I watched you sleeping there.Your tiny body looked so snugWrapped in peaceful slumber's care.
I thought of how you came to beThe child we'd longed to know.I wondered at the sight of you:"How could she let you go?"
Tears streamed down my cheeks as IFelt the pain she must have known.For I will have to let you goSome day when you are grown.
A mother I might never meetHad given me her son.Yet, surely as you've filled my heart,A piece of hers you'd won.
"How could she let you go?"The question kept returning.And in the depths of my own heart.A question kept on burning.
"How can I ever let you go, When years have come and gone?"I stood there by your crib until The nighttime turned to dawn.
And as the sun peeked through the shades,The voice of God broke through."I trusted her to give him lifeAnd now I'm trusting to you.
"To show him what is right and wrong,to love him and to beThe one who teaches him the wayTo come back home to me.
"He wasn't hers to give, you know.And he's not yours to own.I've placed him in your life to loveBut he is mine … on loan."
By: Valerie Kay Gwin, from Chicken Soup for the Adopted Soul
We are all Children of God.
Whether you give birth to your baby or adopt him (or her), I think that feeling is the same... that your baby is on loan from God. After Weston was born, it took months to get over the amazement that he was really mine! It is so wonderful to be a mommy, and I was just so thrilled and in awe to think that I could keep him and raise him. It is impossible to explain in words the love that you feel for your precious little bundle! I can't wait for you to have that feeling... it is SO worth the wait!!
ReplyDeleteLove you! :)