On Sunday night as I was tucking Emily in for bed I asked her what had been her most favorite part of the day. She quickly replied, "Playing with Grandma and Grandpa Allen, and Nikki and Brandon (her cousins). She then got very quiet and her face softened and she seemed to be playing back the days events in her mind. We exchanged no words but from the look on her face it was as if she felt thankful. After giving her a moment of quiet I got up to leave and as I leaned over to kiss her goodnight she whispered, "Mom would it be okay to say a little prayer?" I nodded my head approvingly and this is what she prayed:
"Dear God, thank you for giving me my family, and my friends, and for making the trees that blow in the wind. Amen."
As she prayed in the glow of her night-light with her small sincere little voice, I thought may I never forget this moment.
In the spirit of Emily's prayer, I thought I would share the following link to a blog I stumbled upon. It is about a mother to 11 children 8 of whom were transracially adopted. In her blog she shares about the children she has met in orphanages that know they will never have a family:
Full House, Full Hands, Full Hearts
1 comment:
That is so sweet! And see…now thanks to your blog, you will always have a record of that memory!
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