“We’ve decided to adopt a kid from
Mom simply
nodded. Over the last two years, she’s
observed our wedding, witnessed us scraping the bumper sticker off our car—“If I wanted to hear the pitter-patter of
little feet, I’d put shoes on my cat.”
She’s watched us attempt to adopt from
“Whatever you decide is meant to
be,” she said, hugging me. “You can do
this.”
Is this what she said to herself as
she struggled to raise three small children alone for a time? Did she ever doubt her capability, as she
worked two jobs to put food on the table and gas in our ancient Volkswagen bus?"
Read the rest of this essay, "Where the Heart Is," in the May issue of Horizon Air Magazine.
