She sat quietly, blinking away tears, as she read again the mother’s day poem. Next to her lay a stack of construction paper cards and colorful trinkets made by her kids to honor the day. But this gift - it was different. It was straight from the heart of her daughter.
Her mind drifted back four years to the day the girl came to live in their home. They had interacted at the occasional family gathering, but this was a whole new kind of relationship. The nearly 13 year-old brought very few physical possessions, but the emotional baggage that tagged along could have filled up the house.
Abuse. Brokenness. Anger. Sadness. Distrust. Rage.
There had been many good days, that was sure. But many struggles as well. Often the relationship between the two was like being beaten by the wind and rain of a hurricane. Yet somehow they struggled together against the storm – held on to each other.
Survived. Cared. Healed. Redeemed. Loved.
The storm isn’t over, but on Mother’s Day, they were able to rest for a little while. As words from a chosen daughter filled the heart of an adoptive mom.
You
You pulled me
Out of the
Dark
You saved me
From could’ve
Beens
You’ve been
Here with me
Through
Good and bad
Thick and thin
And
Haven’t given up
You’re strong
When I’m weak
You’re peaceful
When I’m out of
Control
You’re my mom
My role-model
And my hero
I love you and
I wanna be
Just like you!
I love you mom
Perfect!