To my adoptive mamas

In the past couple of years I've had the great fortune of forging a new community for myself - a community full of hope, perseverance, heartache, more tenacity than I've ever seen, and support like I've never experienced.

A community where the burden is shouldered together, where the sadness of having your child halfway across the world is met with grace and a voice that says "I understand your heart," where the loneliness of empty arms and empty beds is understood.

A community where encouragement abounds, where women come together in the name of God seeking justice for little souls, a community where it's okay to just say "this part sucks."

Adoptive mamas, I'm talking about you. 

I see you fight. I see you struggle through another day, another month, another year of waiting. I see the brave face. I see the weight on those shoulders. I see you. 

Instead of sitting here writing and praying about my own heavy heart, tonight, mama, I pray for yours. Let me help carry your burden tonight.

And know you're not alone.