I didn't give you the gift of life,
But in my heart I know,
The love I feel is deep and real,
As if it had been so.
For us to have each other
Is like a dream come true!
No, I didn't give you
The gift of life,
Life gave me the gift of you.
Four years ago, a 23 year old gave birth to a baby girl. Although, I'm sure she
wanted more then anything to raise this child, she couldn't. She loved her enough to give her up, with the hope she would find a family who could love her baby girl unconditionally and provide for her in ways she couldn't. After waiting three and a half years, this precious child met her mama and four months later (a month after her fourth birthday), she left the orphanage with her mama. That child is my daughter Vika.
| Driving away from the orphanage 12/13/2011 |
Today, I am so thankful she chose to give Vika life and has allowed me to be her mama. When I became a mama, I expected I would love her. I wasn't prepared to experience love in a whole new way, a way I never knew existed. When I became a mama, I expected to care about her well-being, but have found that caring for her has become the most important thing in my life. Teaching and preparing her eternal soul, is the greatest responsibility with the most promising reward attached. When I became a mama, I thought I knew about life, but she has taught me about a whole new world--one where hopes and dreams are new, where sacrifices of mamahood have called me to be more than I ever imagined I could be, and where I finally began to understand the purpose of life.
Today, I was surrounded by some of the most precious people in my life. Justin, his parents, and sister all drove 2.5 hours to be with us, this morning. Today, Vika was dedicated at Grace, and I committed before the Lord and my church family to raise Vika in accordance to God's Word and His ways.
After church, we had a nice lunch, followed by a trip to Dillion Nature Center, and Braums for ice cream. It was a perfect first Mother's Day. The only thing missing was having my mom here with me.

