To my adopted baby,

As you get older, you’re going to hear a lot of people talk about adoption in terms of saving a child. What I want you to know is that you are the one who saved me.

The truth is, there are always so many families waiting to adopt a sweet baby like you. Never forget that Mommy and Daddy were the ones blessed to become your parents.

You were the answer to our prayers. 

You saved Mommy from so many things. 

You saved me from the monthly heartache that happened 28 times when I found out yet again each month I was not expecting a child

Because when you came home, I stopped counting how many months it had been with no baby—you were here!

You saved me from the doctor’s appointments that never changed anything.

Because when you came home, you showed me God didn’t need doctors to give me a baby.

You saved me from the questioning of people who didn’t know the heartache I was going through who asked why I was waiting so long to have a baby.

Because when you came home, they saw I had been waiting.

You saved me from feeling sad and alone in conversations involving children when I didn’t know if I would ever have my own.

Because when you came home, I now had a perfect child of my own to brag about.

You saved me from crying in the shower every single time after I found out someone else was pregnant and I was reminded yet again that I was not a mother.

Because when you came home, I became a Mommy.

You saved my arms that ached to cuddle a baby.

Because when you came home, I finally had a little one of my own to hold.

You saved our house from feeling so empty with just your daddy and me.

Because when you came home, the house suddenly was overtaken with baby items.

You saved those closest to Daddy and me who knew we were hurting from feeling sad for us and not knowing what they could do to help.

Because when you came home, they were able to share in our joy.

You saved me from being upset with and questioning God, wondering why He had abandoned me and didn’t listen to my prayers.

Because when you came home, I saw that He had the perfect baby planned for me—I just needed to be patient.

My sweet baby, powerful typically isn’t a word that is used to describe a baby. People often think of babies as cute, but helpless, as they need so many things done for them.

But you were the only one who had the power to heal Mommy’s broken heart. You saved me.

Love always and forever,

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Kimberly Keys

Kimberly is a stay-at-home Mom to her long-awaited precious son who joined our family through the miracle of adoption. She loves watching her toddler discover new things, especially when exploring the parks around her hometown of Cleveland, Ohio.