Haunted by Amata
Fresh off our visit to Riley with Mihret and with Mother’s Day looming just around the corner, let’s just say that Mihret’s Amata (Kambatta for “mother”), aka birth mother, has been on my mind a lot the past week. In fact, I see her face every time I close my eyes. The only word I can come up with is haunting. I’ve been haunted by Amata this week.
We pray for Amata continually. Even though the chances are we’ll never meet her again, she has become a part of our family with our shared love for Little Girl uniting us from half a world away.
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I know exactly what you mean. Although we never met our children’s birthmothers I dream, pray, and think about them often. I grieve for them more than I thought I would. But I pray that they somehow know that their children are loved very deeply. I hope Mihret is doing better!
She’s doing much better. There’s still some adjustment to the medication, but she’s doing fine overall.
Adoption is a beautiful thing, but it’s also such a heartbreaking thing, isn’t it?
I keep having dreams that we go back to Ethiopia when Mihret is older and the main recurring image is one of Mihret standing between Christy and Amata. I would love to have that happen one day.