Birth Mother's Day

Today is Birth Mother's Day and we continued our tradition of bringing two roses--one red, one yellow---to the Chinese Pagoda near our home to honor Isaac's birth mother & foster mother. I'll admit, I felt a little silly leaving flowers behind in a public park while other families are chasing their children around, but it is the only tangible offering of love I have for the two amazing women who mothered my child first.

 

 

 

I was in no way prepared for the grief I would feel for Birth Momma in bringing Isaac home. It took me nearly the entirety of our first year as a family to not to spend some moment of every day weeping for her. She made a decision I could NEVER make. Whether her motivation was fear or love, her actions were courageous. I know I couldn't do what she did...and I love her SO. VERY. MUCH because of it. Tears and roses will never be enough...

 

 

We learned recently that the foster care network in Isaac's province has been 'taken over' by the house churches in that area. (Chinese Christians stepping forward to physically care for the orphan & the widow...how awesome is that?!) Which means, there is a very real possibility that Foster Momma knew the Lord.  I can't tell you what a blessing that is to my heart! The arms that rocked my boy to sleep for 15months also raised them to praise our Heavenly Father. This new knowledge makes our "unexpected" meeting on Gotchya Day all the more miraculous.  It would be like God to do that, wouldn't it? Rearrange an entire governmental social welfare system so two women from across the planet could meet under His banner?  "This child is Mine and I've given him to you BOTH to speak My Word into his heart." Was that the Peace the Lord was whispering to us as she looked deep into my eyes and let me kiss her on the forehead?  Boy, do I hope so! 

 

 

So this weekend we celebrate God's perfect plan in placing children into families and setting mothers over them...be it one, two, or three!