5/30/2008
5/26/2008
5/10/2008
Happy Mothers Day
Mother to Mother..
My thoughts as I gaze at this beautiful child are, you shall always possess a place in your daughter’s heart meant for only you. A sacred place created by God where unconditional love exists and knows no boundaries…
Your child will, when she understands, think of you often throughout her life. These thoughts are bonds created by God therefore deserving of respect. They carry lifelong effects on your precious child. They are your legacy to her…
Today I prepared a sacred place in my heart to welcome your child as my own. Through God, our bonds will be nurtured and grow. Each to each other. Our lives forever changed and connected. I received this miraculous blessing, a gift to be your child’s Mother…
Gifts are a sharing of joy so in return my gift to you, my promise…
Your legacy will be a celebration of life. I will paint thoughts of you in her heart of Hope and Joy and Kindness, Love and Respect. She will come to understand the sacrifices you made in giving her the most precious gift of all LIFE…
God Bless You…
Author
Ann Young Mother to Leah Natalya Young
Sunday we will celebrate our second Mothers Day with Leah, and our 14th with Christopher. I continue to feel so blessed by God to be "Mother" to my wonderful children.
I share again, a letter I wrote to Leah's biological mother while we were in Ust Kamenogorsk. It was by the grace of God I was able to locate and meet, face to face with Leah's biological mother and hand deliver my letter. Mother to Mother we spoke of Leah. As we looked at each other I could feel a mothers love. Although she remained stoic her questions were those a mother would ask facing that which she faced. Our conversation was brief yet I believe both of us heard words we needed and wanted to hear. I received her permission to adopt Leah and she heard words of thanks and a guarantee I'd loved Leah as my own. A brief encounter yet one I will always cherish and remember especially on Mother's Day.
I pray our love for Leah, and the pictures we paint of the women who gave her life will be strong enough to enable Leah to constructively deal with the inevitable void she will no doubt experience to some degree when she comes to totally understand her adoption story.
I want to wish my own Mother a very Happy Mothers Day. I love you Mom and I thank you for giving so much of yourself.
To all who are following this blog I wish a Happy Mothers Day and if your dream of becoming a Mother has not happened as of yet, I pray for your journey and the child who waits for you.
4/26/2008
For anyone contemplating International Adoption
The Starfish Story
adapted from The Star Thrower by Loren C. Eiseley (1907-1977)
Once upon a time, there was a wise man who used to go to the ocean to do his writing. He had a habit of walking on the beach before he began his work.
One day, as he was walking along the shore, he looked down the beach and saw a human figure moving like a dancer. He smiled to himself at the thought of someone who would dance to the day, and so, he walked faster to catch up.
As he got closer, he noticed that the figure was that of a young man, and that what he was doing was not dancing at all. The young man was reaching down to the shore, picking up small objects, and throwing them into the ocean.
He came closer still and called out “Good morning! May I ask what it is that you are doing?”
The young man paused, looked up, and replied “Throwing starfish into the ocean.”
“I must ask, then, why are you throwing starfish into the ocean?” asked the somewhat startled wise man.
To this, the young man replied, “The sun is up and the tide is going out. If I don't throw them in, they'll die.”
Upon hearing this, the wise man commented, “But, young man, do you not realize that there are miles and miles of beach and there are starfish all along every mile? You can't possibly make a difference!”
At this, the young man bent down, picked up yet another starfish, and threw it into the ocean. As it met the water, he said, “It made a difference for that one.”
adapted from The Star Thrower by Loren C. Eiseley (1907-1977)
Once upon a time, there was a wise man who used to go to the ocean to do his writing. He had a habit of walking on the beach before he began his work.
One day, as he was walking along the shore, he looked down the beach and saw a human figure moving like a dancer. He smiled to himself at the thought of someone who would dance to the day, and so, he walked faster to catch up.
As he got closer, he noticed that the figure was that of a young man, and that what he was doing was not dancing at all. The young man was reaching down to the shore, picking up small objects, and throwing them into the ocean.
He came closer still and called out “Good morning! May I ask what it is that you are doing?”
The young man paused, looked up, and replied “Throwing starfish into the ocean.”
“I must ask, then, why are you throwing starfish into the ocean?” asked the somewhat startled wise man.
To this, the young man replied, “The sun is up and the tide is going out. If I don't throw them in, they'll die.”
Upon hearing this, the wise man commented, “But, young man, do you not realize that there are miles and miles of beach and there are starfish all along every mile? You can't possibly make a difference!”
At this, the young man bent down, picked up yet another starfish, and threw it into the ocean. As it met the water, he said, “It made a difference for that one.”
4/02/2008
This is my brother Christopher and we are travelling again
Here we are in the lobby of the Bahia Mar Hotel in Fort Lauderdale. We are leaving tomorrow on a ship for a cruise to the Carribean
Maybe we can break into these cases and get our bathing suits!!! Lets go for a swimmmmm
2/19/2008
Meet My Neighbors in Daytona Beach Shores
This is my Cathy. She is my special God mother. I love her alot and now we are going to the beach to build sandcastles.
This is Russell and Mia. Russell is the second best Dad I know. Mia loves to play and lick. I always try to kiss her but my Mom says dogs don't like kisses, I dont know about that?
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