This is a hard week. As the mother of three biological children who I nurture and love each day to the best of my ability, I struggle with the the thoughts and the feelings of a woman I do not know who lives across the globe who could not nurture and raise up the daughter she carried in her body for nine months. The word courage sits at the forefront for me and helps me to see through the sadness. She must have had such courage to relinquish her dreams and selflessly give her daughter a chance a different future. In many circumstance’s in Ethiopia there truly are no options and there may have been a forced decision in order for her baby to survive. We do not need to know all the details to know that the pain must have been excruciating. Survival has a completely different meaning for many many people both young and old in Ethiopia and decisions are made daily that are a matter of life and death… the hard gut wrenching choices that many of us may never wrestle with or navigate through.
So I hug my kiddos a bit tighter and I breathe deeper this week as I pray for the biological mother of my daughter. Of course we are so grateful she came to us to grow up with a family to love her but we love Ethiopia and her people too and many days I feel that she could have belonged there too if circumstances could have been different. Looking into the eyes of my brown eyed beauty is so motivating for me. I am motivated by her reminder that so many more children wait for their forever families. I am reminded that so many people living in third world impoverished nations have needs beyond what most of us know. This motivation does not make me point fingers but rather it helps me to point forward in helping others to see where we might all dig in and make a difference. Pray for a nation, learn about the orphan crisis and ways we can all help, sponsor a child in need, attend a lecture on trafficking and the signs to watch for right here at home, discover what it means to mentor or foster a child, give a donation to a family or a organization on the ground who is changing the lives of the least of these. Entering the world of adoption brought us to our knees as we as we learned of the pain so many children endure. The awakening was worth it.
We will celebrate Ava’s second birthday this week and we rejoice in the ooportunity we have been given to raise her up with our family to become a child of God, a sweet, smart, fun little peanut who lives here with a Mother, Father and three brothers who love her dearly. She is not our adopted daughter but just our daughter who came to our lives by way of adoption. She is as much ours as anything I have ever known and we have to hold back in shouting it from the rooftops that adoption is the most magical and beautiful experience. I must honor and thank the courageous woman who carried Ava to this earth. We have been blessed by your blessing and I will continue to pray that God shows you strength, grace and most of all peace.
Have wonderful week!