Last night we celebrated my daughter’s birthday dinner at her restaurant of choice, Red Robin. When they saw our party of five they quickly ushered us into the family zone (the place where your kids are free to scream and throw food and only other families are around to take notice). Surrounded by tables with small kids, Jack and the rest of us were drowned out.
We were all chatting it up and laughing and opening presents. She got a digital camera of her own and quickly started snapping photos. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of the girl at the table next to us.
She was about three and had the most beautiful golden brown skin, big brown eyes, and fantastic smile. I could feel her eyes on me, so I turned and gave her a big smile and waved. I had noticed her when we walked in. She sat at a table with a middle aged man and much younger baby, probably 6 months old. They sat pretty quietly- his mind seemed to be a million miles away.
She and I exchanged glances and she started to talk to me and tell me about her chicken strips and the balloon they had given her. Her cuteness was getting ridiculous, so I decided to turn my attention back to my own family.
Just then, her little voice piped up, “Daddy, when do I get to have a real mommy?”
The dad seemed kind of caught up in his own thoughts and didn’t respond. So she asked again, “Daddy, when do I get to have a REAL mommy?!”
He looked up kind of confused and said something to her that I didn’t quite hear.
Maybe because the sound of my heart breaking into a million pieces was too loud.
My stomach began to ache and a lump rose to my throat. I smiled at my little girl as she was snapping away with her new camera. I looked at the faces of my little boys.
I know I don’t know this little girl’s story. She may have a mom. Maybe not.
But it took everything in my power to not grab her right then and take her home with us forever. Her story is one of millions. Millions of children who until now have never had faces in my mind.
Somehow that has made it just a little easier to handle.
In just a few weeks we’ll be heading off to Haiti to work with the orphans at COTP and the millions of children will now forever have a face in my heart and mind…
…and I’m not sure I’m ready.
My husband was just voted onto the board of directors of an incredible organization that is working to change the state of adoption: BothEndsBurning.org -I am so thrilled that we can play a part in changing this global crisis- but I know my heart will be wrecked forever. FOREVER.
Because there are millions of children in this world wondering if they’ll ever have a real mommy.