Almost Home

In six days I will be a mother. SIX DAYS! The day that we've prayed for, hoped for, and dreamed about is coming in less than a week! I can hardly believe it! Six months ago, all of this was a mere dream, a topic of conversation, a daily thought.

I imagine my growing sense of anticipation is equal to that of a mother waiting to meet the person who has caused her belly to swell for months on end. I imagine that anticipation is also met with the deep down fear of the unknown. The fear that life as you know it is about to change. The fear that somehow, you will mess this person up beyond repair. The fear that when they are old enough to think for themselves, they will think you are the most embarassing mother alive.

My concerns run in different directions with every thought. I am very excited for Maisie to join our family. I am so happy for her to have a family. I am so scared that we won't be able to provide for her the way I want to. I'm scared she won't make friends at school. I'm worried she'll have a hard time adjusting. I'm just a mess all over on the inside! My brain is constantly running about her.

So, I imagine that in the next 6 days, I'll fret. I'll fold her clothes and ready them for her to come home. I'll make her bed and arrange then rearrange her pillows and stuffed animals. I'll fret some more. Hopefully, the next 6 days will fly by. I'm thinking that's nearly impossible!