Trust

Nestled on my shoulder, the whisper touch of a little hand and rhythmic soft warm breaths against my cheek; and I feel a rush of emotion.   He trusts me. Both precious boys wrap their wee hands around my finger, close their eyes and rest. My sons, who were put into our arms at birth, didn't know the woman whose womb they occupied for 8 months was not the woman they would call Mom.  Yet, they trust me. I am honored, humbled and fearful all at once.  I take a deep breath and revel in this gift.  This tender trust is different than the trust of an adult.  What did I do to earn this trust? We provided safety, security, shelter, food, warmth and love.  With the love of an entire village of family and friends,  Keith, the boys and I have created something.  I wish this sense of safety and security stays with them for a lifetime.