A couple of days ago I was sitting in a rocking chair across from my mother-in-law, Debbi, discussing her recent surgery. My niece, Zoe, came over and snuggled in my lap as I chatted away. As I sat stroking her hair, engaged in a conversation across the room, my thoughts turned to my two little girls in Colombia. For the first time ever, I actually pictured myself snuggled up to one of them as their mother. A warm glow resonated in my bosom. It was a truly amazing feeling.
I have pictured traveling to Colombia, preparing the children’s bedrooms, even doing craft projects at the kitchen table when they are finally here. But I never allowed myself to picture the exchange of hugs, or kisses, or even tucking them in at bedtime. I could always picture what it would be like, but never picture how it would feel.
A friend recently assured me that having my girls crawl up into my lap and burrow themselves into a hug will be just as sweet as rocking a newborn….not the same, but something I would never want to trade. I am grateful for my friend’s ever intuitive wisdom. And I am thankful for small moments such as the one in the rocking chair. They sustain my hope as I patiently wait.
Rach, you are so patient! I know that it will be worth the wait once you have them in your arms! What a great Mommy!
What a sweet feeling. I am so glad you had that experience.
What a great feeling! You will be an incredible mother.
IT’S YOUR TURN! That’s all I have to say.