Today, I found Maya crying at the table. Everyone informed me that she was missing her mother. I picked her up and she would not let go of me. And she would not stop crying. She hung onto me as we walked upstairs to be alone and talk. I prayed for Maya, and together we prayed for her birthmother.
Because of her age, Maya was the closest to her birthmom and has the most memories. She talks about her birthmom a lot, especially when I do her hair.
It's crying days like these that make me wonder what her birthmom did that I don't do, or ways that her birthmom was different or better than me. Then I remind myself that it isn't about me. I need to put away self-centered thinking and focus on my grieving daughter.
Maya wrote a letter to her mom and Elena helped her with the spelling. Elena and Chloe became very compassionate and we all had a very sweet group hug that made me think of "Little Women".
We are so blessed to have this tender-hearted girl in our family. I'm so grateful for the loving sacrifice her birthmother made so that we could enjoy her in our family.