Song of the Waiting Mother

I just recieved an email with this poem in it, from another family in our adoption travel group.
I had immediate tears and the welling of emotions welling up from lie deep within me.
This poem feels so true and speaks of what I am experiencing each day.
Thank you Brenda for sharing it with us.


I found this picture on the web and although our daughters will be Chinese...
it is a beautiful depiction of the embrace of adoption. Passed between mother, and caregiver, to adoptive parents. And all the while being held close by her heavenly Father.

I'm pregnant, but my tummy isn't growing,

And no one ever calls me "little mom".

The public simply isn't overflowing

With questions that I'd handle with aplomb.

There are no special clothes to mark my waiting,

Nobody stops and smiles as I pass by,

The absence of a due-date is frustrating

And looking at the nursery makes me cry.

When I'm overdue no one will worry.

The phone won't ring and ring as friends check in.

I can't induce my labor in a hurry,

My new life as a parent to begin.

Adoption is a worrisome endeavour,

And waiting all alone is not much fun,

To be "with child" a year seems like forever.

Dear God, we're ready! Please send us our child!

- Christine Futia, 1987