I am not the author of the words you are about to read, rather I copied them from the most recent entry from the Reece's Rainbow Blog. I can, however, relate to the emotions of a mother that has answered the call to be the mother of one of these precious children. Yes, I have had that wonderful shock of seeing Dima's picture for the first time, just knowing he was meant to be ours. I have cried at night thinking of that sweet face wanting to have him in our home where he will be safe and loved. This past Christmas our family kept talking about how wonderful the next Christmas could be if we are able to bring Dima home before then- how one more smiling face will make our lives extra special. What can YOU do to make a difference in the life of an orphan?
Are You My Mother?
Are you my mother?
Are you the mother who will gasp in shock when she sees my picture for the first time? The one who will know that I am hers even though she has never held me or touched me?
Are you the one who will work around the clock to fill out endless piles of paper so you can adopt me?
The one who will plow through the house finding things to sell and who will sit up late into the night making crafts and baked goods so that I can come home?
The one who will beg for donations from every man, woman and child she meets so that she can raise the money to cover my adoption expenses?
Are you the one who will rush crazily around the house washing windows and vacuuming floors so that when the social worker arrives, the house will pass inspection?
The one who will cry and weep at night thinking about me over here?
The one who will mourn that I am not at her table and that I am not safe in bed at night in her house?
The one who won't be overwhelmed at my medical issues but will trust that God will help her care for me?
The one who can no longer look at other children without thinking about me and who is forever talking about me to everyone who will listen?
The one who wonders how big I am as she wanders through the stores, picking out outfits for my closet and imagining me inside those clothes?
The one who spends much of her time on her knees before the Lord praying over every single piece of paper that is needed for my adoption, that they will pass all the endless inspections required?
The one who panics that they are just not going to be able to raise the money needed to come get me?
The one who is having her faith stretched beyond all human understanding that God will provide everything she needs to bring me home?
The one who carries my picture around in her wallet?
The one who loves me even when I am not at my best?
The one who counts down the months, weeks, days and minutes until she can come get me?
The one who yells like she has gone mad when she receives the Golden Ticket that means my paperwork gets to cross the ocean to my country?
The one who waits with no patience for the date when she can come get me?
The one who cries out for protection for the ones she is leaving behind as she boards a plane to my country?
Are you my mother?
Are you the Mommy who longs to walk into my world, my room, my life and hold me close to your heart?
Are you my mother? Are you the Mommy I long for every single day of my life?
Please - Are you my mother?
I so very much want a mother.
I am lost without you.
Please continue to pray for our family as we begin this crazy wonderful process of adopting a boy whose cry we heard.