One of my favorite things about being a mom of little ones is the feeling of their hand in mine.

For me, it expresses trust, protection, connection. . . . It tells the world . . . we belong together. I”m not sure I”d really thought about that until we adopted our son.

Last week, we were walking on a sidewalk

. . . nobody near us

. . . he reached up

. . . and put his hand in mine

. . . for the first time

. . . in 17 months.

Baby steps on the long road of attachment.

Grateful.

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Amy and her husband David have been married for 22 years and are the parents of 4 kids–three bio children ages 16, 14, and 10 and their youngest who is 5. They have been home from Ethiopia with him for 18 months. Adoption was on both of their hearts for many years. They took the plunge to move forward with adoption after realizing that all of their reasons for not doing it had nothing to do with the calling they believed they had from God. These past 18 months, however, have been beyond difficult. Each day continues to be a struggle, yet they cling to the hope that healing is happening and will continue to as they learn to parent their youngest child in brand new ways. Amy is an occassional blogger and can be found at www.ourtable4six.blogspot.com.