Remembering Ian's Birthmother

My thoughts have turned to India the past couple of days. I keep thinking about Ian's birth mother. I'm sure it's because of his birthday. While we'll never meet her, we will always be grateful that she made an adoption plan for Ian. When I look at him, I know she must have been a beautiful and kind woman. I bet she has a great smile and that's where Ian's fabulous smile comes from. Whatever her circumstances were that led her to give Ian up, I know that in her heart it had to be painful. I wonder if she's thinking about him today?

Today we'll light a candle in her honor as we celebrate Ian's birthday. I'm Ian's momma now, but someday we'll share the story of his brave birth mother.

Another Dillon family posted the lyrics to this song by Michael McLean, "From God's Arms, To My Arms, To Yours. I find it extremely poignant as we prepare to celebrate Ian's birthday and remember that I am not the only mother who loves this amazing child.

From God's Arms, To My Arms, To Yours

So many wrong decisions in my past,
I'm not quite sureIf I can ever hope to trust my judgement anymore.
But lately I've been thinking,
Cause it's all I've had to do.
And in my heart I feel that I Should give this child to you.
And maybe, you could tell your baby,
When you love him so, that he's been loved before,
By someone, who delivered your one,
From God's arms, to my arms, to yours.

If you choose to tell him,
If he wants to know,
How the one who gave her life
Could bear to let him go.
Just tell him there were sleepless nights,I prayed and paced the floors,
And knew the only peace I'd find,
Was if this child was yours.
And maybe, you could tell your baby,
When you love him so, that he's been loved before,
By someone, who delivered your one,From God's arms, to my arms, to yours.

This may not be the answer,
For another girl like me.
But I'm not on a soapbox,
Saying how we all should be.
I'm just trusting in my feelings,
And I'm trusting God above,
And I'm trusting you can give this baby
Both his mothers' love.
And maybe, you could tell your baby,
When you love him so, that he's been loved before,
By someone, who delivered your one,From God's arms, to my arms, to yours.