Sunday, July 10, 2011
It took me a month to write the book as memories flooded the pages. Even though Cameron is almost 19, tears still flowed down my cheeks writing about his birth. The kids accepted late dinners and little time with mom during this period, because I was "writing," but it wasn't until I was on the last chapter that 12 year-old Anna ask what the book was about. Knowing that she and Cameron were the children of my dreams, and that they were both adopted at birth, I had told her a little bit more of the story each year around her birthday when she seemed to have the most questions. Now, with this question I tried to tell her about being in the delivery room waiting for her to be born. Surprisingly, tears flooded my eyes and my voice cracked as I remembered my terror that her 16 year-old birth mother would change her mind. I quickly stood up and adjusted the blinds on the window as a distraction while trying to gain my composure. I don't think she's ever seen me cry. "I'm sorry, honey," I apologized. "I was just afraid of losing you." "Mama, look at me," she said gently. "It's okay. I'm right here."