"A child born to another woman calls me mommy. The magnitude of that tragedy and the depth of that privilege are not lost on me." Jody Landers.
March 20th was a beautiful, long awaited day. It was the day that we "officially" welcomed our beautiful son, Daniel, into our forever family. It was a day that we had longed for, prayed for, and desired with all our hearts for over 18 months. It was glorious, and it's all still sinking in.
What is it like to desire with all your heart for someone else's child to become your own? What is it like to sit in the same room with the mother of that child and see her tears, her desires to be a mother, and still desire for that child to become your own? It's complicated.
I am forever grateful to this woman, this other mother, for choosing life, for loving our little boy, and in the end for trusting us with such a precious gift. I pray for her joy and peace. In those moments when her heart and arms ache to hold our little one, God, comfort her. May she know that she is loved and cherished by a Heavenly Father who will not wrong her like her earthly one. May everyday hold a piece of healing for the heart that longs to hear our little one call her "mommy."
And when that little one calls me "mommy," may I never forget the privilege that comes with those words. The beautiful and heart-wrenching privilege of someone else's child becoming my own.
