Mommy, Momma, Mom. Those words fill my heart with joy because I am your mother.
I was your mother during those long and often lonely days when we were trying to conceive. During every negative pregnancy test, I was your mother.
I was your mother when we began the adoption process. During the long waiting period, I was your mother.
I was your mother when you were born a half a world away. During the first nine months of your life, even though I was not there, I was your mother.
I was your mother when I finally saw your face staring back at me in your referral picture. During the long flight to meet you, I was your mother.
I was your mother when they placed you in my arms for the first time. During those weeks in strange hotel rooms when we went from strangers to family, I was your mother.
I was your mother when we brought you home for the first time. During all those months since, I have been your mother.
When you smile, my heart smiles. When you cry, my heart cries. When you laugh, my heart laughs. When you love, my heart loves.
I am your mother. I have always been your mother. I will always be your mother.
