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You don’t come from my body, but you come from my soul. {Fayetteville, Arkansas Newborn Photographer}

To my sweet love, Margot,

You don’t come from my body, but you come from my soul.

I knew this the first time I laid eyes on you. You locked eyes with mine, and I saw you…I really saw you. And that’s when I saw a piece of my soul, a piece of my heart. Right in front of me. It was the first time, and now I see those pieces in every moment of togetherness.

I never stop realizing that you come from my soul. I know it when your head lies on my shoulder, your face so small and amazing, your arm draped over mine. I know it when I breathe in your sweet breath. I know it when your precious head fits perfectly in my hand and you calm as I stroke your soft temples. I know it when your bare skin touches my bare skin, and we melt together.

I am your mother. Unlike most women, I have been gifted motherhood in the most special way. My life was saved by someone else, a stranger who saw in your daddy and me the ability to save hers as well.

I did not experience pregnancy—what it’s like to feel you grow inside of me, moving, and making your presence known…establishing who you were before I could even meet you face to face. I did not bravely bring life into the world and am unable to nourish you with my own body. I will never share in these uniquely female experiences, experiences that are expected and common to life as a woman. Instead, though, I have lived the most supremely powerful and spiritual experience I can imagine. It’s an experience no one else on this planet, no human being ever, has experienced. At least not in the way I have. I connected deeply with another woman, the woman who gave you life, who saw in me the potential to be the mother of her child—the potential to be your mother. She trusted me and had confidence in my love. She is the one who carried you, my sweet girl, and brought you in to the world. And she is the one who loved you so much that she placed you in my arms and in my heart. Not only am I incomprehensibly in love with you, precious Margot, but I am forever in love with your first mother—the only woman in the world who is capable of giving me the gift that she has… her love, her trust, motherhood.

Margot, you are my heart and you are my soul. I waited for you and waited for you, and in the moment I first saw you, all of that waiting, all of that time—it disappeared. My sadness and frustrations and fear were replaced by intense joy and love and hope. You saved my life and brought light into my world, awakened my soul. We are meant to be together, joined as mother and daughter for all of time. I am humbled by you and the opportunity to love you beyond imagination. Forever.

I love you, your daddy loves you, and your first mother—who gave you life and gave us family—loves you, too. I am so proud of who you are and where you come from. The world is before you, and thanks to the miracle of adoption, I am here as your mother to watch your beautiful future unfold. You have me always.




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  • December 2, 2014 - 6:24 am

    Stephanie - That was so beautiful! What a true miracle and gift to receive. What a beautiful family.ReplyCancel

  • December 2, 2014 - 4:07 pm

    Lauren - Touched me to the depths of my heart. What a beautiful mama. ReplyCancel

  • December 2, 2014 - 8:18 pm

    Ann - The tears of joy are flowing. Praising God for your beautiful family!ReplyCancel

  • December 3, 2014 - 7:58 pm

    Beth Anne - So beautiful. From one adoptive Mama to another – so much love to you! Sometimes it’s hard and we feel “less than” for not experiencing those things that are so often rites of passage as mothers: pregnancy, child-birth, breast-feeding, and so much more. My son came home at 2.5 years old, so there’s a whole slew of other “baby things” I didn’t experience. But like you, I’m part of an amazing, special community of adoptive moms that has experiences that no one else knows.

    We had longing and waiting, and the appreciation of a momma who chose life, and the deep, soul-knowledge that genes and cells and eye and hair color don’t make a family. We have the beautiful story of choosing – of telling our child their story over and over, and knowing of all the children in the whole wide world – we chose them. We have the struggles and challenges and hurdles and trials we pushed through and wrestled with to get to them, and we’d do it all over again to be their momma. We have this realization, deep down in our hearts, of what a privilege motherhood is, because for many of us, we almost didn’t get to have that privilege. What a gift we have in adoption. We are so blessed.ReplyCancel

  • December 8, 2014 - 1:22 pm

    Christina - You story is beautiful and brought happy tears to my eyes. Our mighty Lord works miracles and in this case he graced you all with each other. This beautiful little girl will have more love than she will ever know. Thank you for sharing your story. May God Bless you All.ReplyCancel

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