Thursday, May 8, 2014

Shout it from the rooftops

That's what I could have done this evening when Meskerem said, "I love you Mom. With my whole heart. Well, with half my heart." She gave me a hug and bounced off to bed. She came out a minute later to tell me that one quarter of her heart was for her father, another quarter was for her birth mom, and, since I wasn't married, I got the other half.
Now you may wonder why I want to shout from the rooftop. I cannot remember the last time I heard her say anything close to "I love you." Every night I tell her that I love her and the response has been nothing more than "uh-huh." She never says anything about not living me, but she is not careless with words of affection.
You may know that you are doing the right thing day in and day out and still wonder if it will ever bear fruit. I'm here to tell you that it will and never when you would expect it.