A Tragedy and a Privilege

Today, 7 years ago, a mother on the other side of the planet did the bravest and most heart breaking thing I can imagine. She placed a very sick baby in a drop box, to be found, to be cared for. She left him with only two bracelets that symbolized luck and hope for prosperity. I think of her so often. I pray for her. I wish she could have a glimpse of her beautiful boy. Adoption is hard. You don’t always know your childrens’ stories. We know very little. But what we know speaks to love and scary sacrifice. We are humbled that these women are part of our stories.

“A child born to another woman calls me mommy. The magnitude of that tragedy and the depth of that privilege are not lost on me.”