When I felt like a mother, my daughter was 3 weeks old. It’s been almost three years since I packed my clothes into my suitcase, mine and that little girl’s. I packed the car seat in the car.

I put on a warm tracksuit that did not look too big and went to the office to get a document that I was the official mother of the child. In half an hour I was in the hospital and ran to the ward, where my daughter was, I will finally be with her.  20 days earlier I had traveled 80 miles from home every day just to see her and then leave there again. 20 long nights and days.

Imagine how little she was.  Completely tiny.  I was rocking Kate and I thought she was so little, but so mine.  I think she felt it, so she wiggled her legs and fell asleep.

Some people call the day of official recognition as the child’s caretaker the Stork’s Day.  This is the date when the adopted child appeared in the home.  For parents it is joy, enlarging the family.  But it is difficult for a child, he loses hope that his mother will return.

When we took our son, we waited for him for six months.  However, the daughter came to us immediately.  A shard of sincere love and tenderness.  Sometimes I wonder how is it possible that a real mother has abandoned her?  She probably gave her up while she was pregnant, she probably preferred it that way.  I don’t think she even wanted to see her.  If she had looked at her once, she probably wouldn’t have been able to leave.  She is so cute.  It was supposed to be my daughter.

My love.  Such a girl with character.  Be happy, little angel.

I’m glad to be your mom.

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When I felt like a mother, my daughter was 3 weeks old. It’s been almost three years since I packed my clothes into my suitcase, mine and that little girl’s. I packed the car seat in the car.