Dear Little One,
You don't me yet, but I know you. While I can only anticipate the way you will feel in my arms, I can feel you in other ways. I can hear you say the name that I recognize as my best self. I have imprinted the shape of you on my heart. For reasons beyond my knowledge, Little One, God has allowed us to wait for you and to seek you in ways that we did not anticipate. I am so weary of waiting. I search for you in the faces of my students; Are those your eyes?Is that your smile? But those things don't really matter because I know you in the most important ways-- I know the space I've reserved for you within myself-- the love that is stored in jars that only your precious hands can pry open. Thousands of jars blinking with firefly promises.
I love you so much, Little One, and I pray someday soon you will know me, too.
Love,
Your Impatient Mother
