Deep Thoughts...

I don't know why, but for the last few days I have really been thinking about Norah. Maybe it's because Elias has been talking about her (ex. We went to a Chinese restaurant and he proceeds to tell the lady that his sister is in China and we are going to get her...) or maybe because I have been on the computer way too long stalking all of the web sites that recently got to see their sweet babies faces for the first time. Or perhaps its because I am a mother, or even better because I am Norah's mother. Even though I have never seen her face, I have never been to her place of birth, I know nothing about her except the fact that I am her mother. I have Elias, who is the most amazing child in this universe. Just one single smile from that kid and the whole world could crumble around me and I would stand as steady as a rock. I see him everyday, I know his favorite color, his favorite food, his incredible belly laugh, and in a room full of mothers and their children he could call my name and I would know that it is him. I know every freckle on his body and all of his tickle spots. That's my job, my calling, my heart... I am his mother.
So why is it that I get all choked up at the mention of her name? At the very thought of my children sharing a laugh or a hug or a disagreement? Why is it that I could share my heart with another child not born of my flesh and blood? Why is it that I ache to give her a warm bed to sleep in and share a good night kiss? Why is it that I would travel thousands of miles to welcome a child that I have never seen and love her unconditionally before she is probably even born? The answer is simple... Because I am her mother....