To My Son

Dear Little One,

I never imagined I'd struggle so much so early on in the process of adopting you. Hardly a minute goes by, and never an hour, that I don't think of you and wonder if you're OK. I worry that you're scared or lonely or sick. My heart aches for the time that we're missing together as a family, moments of your childhood that will never be recovered.

The days seem to drag on. Each day I hope we hear something; even just a tiny step toward bringing you home gives me hope for awhile. We have so far to go, though; countless papers to sign, thousands of dollars to raise. I get overwhelmed at the enormity.

But then I think of you. I think of my precious child 9,000 miles away waiting for me to come. How badly I want to tell you that YOU are loved and YOU are wanted, no matter what anyone has said or done before.

Precious baby, I don't yet know you, but I love you more than I can even say. Though my heart is heavy and my soul is tired, I will go to the ends of the earth to finally have you in my arms.

Know that we are coming, Little One.

I love you,
Mommy