Two Women...

I received this poem from an amazing woman who I am growing to call my friend. Our paths have crossed in a very unusual way and I have to tell our story.

I am sure that many of you remember several months ago the post that I wrote about the baby whose information we had requested from an agency that wasn't our own. As it turned out, we couldn't leave our current agency without having to start our paperwork all over again and we would lose all of the money that we had invested with them up until that time. So, we sadly stepped back and were later informed that she had been referred to a family.

A couple of weeks ago I was reading Daleea's blog and I saw a comment from a woman named Sharon and her graphic was a photo of the baby. My heart just stopped. I just had to click on the link. As you will see from her blog, she is a woman with a beautiful soul. A wonderful person with a lovely family. I had to go to her a blog a couple of times before I could decide whether or not I should tell her about myself and our experience. I finally did and I am so glad. She reached out with such kindness.

She left this poem for me today and it touched me to the point of tears. It means so much to me coming from her.

This is just one more amazing experience that I have had on this journey to my daughter. I feel so blessed to be able to watch Bailey come home to her mother Sharon and her family. And I am glad to have another special friend there to help me along as I find my way to my Sophia Jane. Sharon's blog is 'And Bai Li Makes3'.
You should meet her.

This is the poem:

Even though I was afraid
you laid a hand on mine and said "it's ok, don't cry Myla, ...your baby is out there
and she's waiting patiently for you."

Even though I didn't believe somedays,
you believed for me
when I couldn't muster it, you called,
you wrote, you came around anyway.

When I couldn't stand any more questions or talk
you said you were thinking of me and that meant so much
even if I couldn't express it

I was angry and hurting,
so much grief, pain, and loss-
when I could not see beyond it you said "love, Myla"

When I was too close to the situation and my vision clouded,
bogged down in logistics
you reminded me of the reason,
love
of the direction,
faith
of the necessity,
trust
of the power inherent in us all to rise above.

My tears are grateful ones now, friend, believe it.
I take you with me when I go.


Copyright Myla Stauber 2000

Myla Stauber adopted her child from Viet Nam in 2000. She writes, "I dedicate this poem to all those who helped, understood, worked, provided advice and loving kindness to us on this journey. To thank you .... and to bless those still waiting. It happens and it is the mightiest miracle in the world."