A journey begins with a single step.

October 28, 2010 I am driving to the airport to meet my nephew who will be staying with me and I would be raising him. Two weeks before I was living my life as a single adult getting ready to move into a friends house so I could save up some money so I could travel around Europe for the upcoming summer. I got a call from my sister-in-law and we got talking and she said that things were not working out for my nephew in the family that he was being adopted by and she asked if there was any way that I would consider taking a child in and raising him as my own. I have always wanted to be a mom and so I did not hesitate, about an hour later I got a call from the adopting family and a social worker in Utah asking if I was serious about taking my nephew in as my own. I spoke with them for over two hours talking about possibilities and expectations. By the end of our conversation I was scared to death, I was going to be a mom much sooner than I had anticipated. I didn't know if I could really do it. My nephew, and now my son, was diagnosed with an attachment disorder and I was informed by that adopting family that it was serious and they shared with me some of the things they were struggling with in their home. I was driving to church and I was thinking about how I would be able to make a difference with a child that seemed to have some serious issues and the only experience I really had with children was as a teacher. I didn't know if I could make a difference and I was worried that if I couldn't make a difference that I would be stuck with a child that was abusive and hateful (which was my impression). To continue as I was driving to church I got this peaceful feeling that Heavenly Father could do far more for this little boy then any psychologist could ever do and that I needed to trust that this is all part of a greater plan. I knew then that everything would work out and a week and a half later I was driving home from the airport with a very cute young man that seemed a little scared but a little excited. To be honest I am not sure who was more scared my son or myself. Who would have known at that moment that I would come to love that young man as if he was mine and had always been mine.

If we let Heavenly Father build and create our lives we will discover that it is far better then we could have ever done on our own. What a blessing and miracle it is to be a mother?