Especially when the child’s not of her own flesh and bone?
I’m unable to explain how I know it, but I do.
I am the one God sent to earth to love and care for you.
It doesn’t matter how you came, I just know that it is right.
I knew when you were tiny and I held you through the night.
I know each time I look into your gorgeous deep brown eyes.
I know whenever I tickle your luscious chubby thighs.
I know when we giggle, growl and crawl around the floor.
I know there is no other family who could love you more.
I know when I snuggle you in our beat-up rocking chair.
I know you are the answer to my countless whispered prayers.
The way I know seems to be what makes motherhood divine.
About this truth I have no doubt:
I know, son, you are mine.