(I haven't forgotten about the new series I promised! Please continue to give me feedback as I pretty much have even votes for each topic!)
The other night, Johanna (14 and home from China for 3 months) called me into the girls' room.
"I sing for you, Mommy." she shyly whispered.
Knowing how much she loves to sing, I smiled and replied, "Okay! I will listen!"
"I sing this song in my bed in China." Then she proceeded to sing a lovely Chinese song.
The only word I was able to make out was "mama", which was repeated several times....
"What is the song about, Johanna?" I asked.
"It is 'I Miss My Mama' and I sing it in China at night in my bed." she answered quietly, as little tears started to trickle down her cheeks....
"Oh, Johanna!" I exclaimed. "Come to Mommy." She climbed onto my lap and wrapped her arms around me tightly.
I snuggled and loved on this precious child, sang her our special song, stroked her hair and wiped away the tears while shedding some of my own.....Thinking all the while of her childhood that was spent in a orphanage---warm and fed, yet deprived of the one thing every child needs and deserves: