For Ethan
How does a mother know a child is hers and hers alone?
Especially when the child’s not of her own flesh and bone?
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.
–Heidi Hillman
December 2009
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That is amazing. Good job! I really needed that right now. It is amazing the feeling that when you adopt a child you just know that they were meant to be yours. Thanks for sharing.
*sniff*
*tears* you're a great mother!
So precious! Made me tear up… he is such a doll and I am so happy he is yours.
I love this!! Your words are so beautiful.