Today is National Birth Mother's Day.
I think about Tate's birth mother a lot. We were lucky enough to be able to meet her while we were in Ethiopia. It was one of the hardest and most emotional experiences of my life. I watched as this young girl loved on a little boy that was a son to both of us. She talked about her hopes and dreams for him. She stroked his hair as she told us she wanted him to become a preacher or a doctor. We promised her that day that we would teach this little boy about Jesus. We promised that we would love him with all that we had. And we promised that he would grow up knowing that he had a mother in Africa who made the ultimate sacrifice out of love.
As we said goodbye that day, we hugged and cried and I felt a connection form at that very moment.
Because of her heartache and selflessness, I get to be the mommy of the most amazing little boy.
She is my hero.
2 comments:
This was the most amazing post I've ever read. I couldn't help but cry at such a sweet and powerful description of the bond you two share. She really did give you the most special gift. And I know you're an awesome mom!
This is incredible. Adoption always has the face of women who don't want their children, even if that's not the case. To have watched her, to have seen the love she had for him - as a mommy my heart just BREAKS for her and is so encouraged at the same time. That is truly, truly love. I pray I can love my children with that depth - by the grace of God! WOW.
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