As I was reading this post, I reflected on my life and my struggles with creating a family. It took
In hindsight, I am glad that we took the time we needed to fill out the paperwork. I was able to come to terms with my barrenness through much study and prayer. I read a lot of articles from people like Sheri Dew and Ardeth Kapp talking about motherhood and how giving birth is not a prerequisite for mothering. It was hard to believe it at first; it was hard to not feel like a less-than woman, a biological failure. But now infertility is not something I think about very often; in fact, most of the time I forget that I am barren.
Ellie and Lynlee complete me. Our birth mothers gave me the gift of motherhood, and that gift filled the empty places inside of me. I love this poem by Elise Broach, from her book Shakespeare's Secret. It truly expresses how I feel about my beautiful daughters.
My heart, my hope
My soul, my smile
My held and whole