
We each have a different story to tell. Sometimes that story follows our plans, but often that’s not the case. Many women have children with varying degrees of problems. Others experience great loss through miscarriages. Many struggle with fertility treatments. Some may never have children. My journey to motherhood didn’t go according to my plan, but looking back I can see how it went according to my Heavenly Father’s plan. Here’s a brief synopsis of my journey:
In August of 2007 my husband and I received our last confirming diagnosis of infertility. We were devastated and heartbroken to say the least. It was truly the most difficult trial we have each faced. I learned from firsthand experience that the grief experienced from infertility is comparable to the grief from the death of someone close. Although nobody has died, a dream has been shattered. I was cut to the core. Through prayers, time, family and friends who rallied around me, and faith in my Savior, I experienced reconciliation and healing.
During that time of healing I felt the whispering of the Holy Ghost to pursue adoption. I learned about the tens of millions of children around the world who don’t have a Mother. My heart was broken for them. Their loss and pain was far greater than mine. I knew my path towards motherhood was through adopting one (or two) of them.
We began the adoption process in 2009. As many of you know that process includes background checks, visits from social workers, paperwork, letters of recommendation, etc. After completing the paperwork we waited and waited to be matched with our children. The “wait” was a trial in itself. But we prepared in every way possible and prayed for our future child(ren).
In June of 2011 we were matched with two beautiful children; Abriha (a 3 year old girl) and Axum (a 1 month old boy). It was one of the happiest days of my life. Nate and I saw pictures of them and instantly fell in love with them. We knew without a doubt that these were our children. We celebrated with family and waited another 5 months to bring them home.
As I stated before, the journey was difficult. I often felt alone and wondered if I had been forgotten. But deep down I knew there was a reason, and I held onto that. Nate and I are amazed at the miracles that took place that led us to our children. Here’s one example – Approximately 9 months after receiving our final diagnosis of infertility a little girl was born; our little girl. It took over 3 years to be united with her and her brother, but we weren’t forgotten. Heavenly Father was making plans for us to be united with them after losing their birth family. There were many other miracles along the way.
I have had my precious children home for 5 months now. I often look at my kids and am in awe of our story which is far more beautiful than I could have imagined. It has brought me closer to my Savior, made me stronger and brought me to my children. Today is my first Mother’s Day as a mother. Each day my kids bring me so much joy. It is an honor to be their mother.















