What Made My Heart Ache

What made my heart ache…

…watching the young man (in his early twenties) struggle with the immigration paperwork only to have to ask the person next to him to fill it out. He was illiterate.

…watching the foster mother walk out the hotel door with my future son.

…seeing only Americans in the hotel and knowing the only reason they were there was to adopt Guatemalan children. But, after watching the Guatemalan people take care of the children it is obvious they care deeply about them.

…not being able to communicate because we did not have time to learn Spanish. I felt like a fool.

…leaving my oldest son at home and knowing he would be angry at me when I got home.

…watching our foster mother hug and kiss on him like he was her own.

…seeing a picture of his birth mother and knowing that she had relinquished him just hours before I held him in my arms.