Just an entry to let you all know that Hannah has arrived safely with her host family. She called at about 8:50 am–a good deal later than I had expected to hear so I was a bit of a basket case by the time she called and haven’t slept much. Poetry and prayer got me through the night. I thank God Hannah made it safely through this trip.
A poem from the wee morning hours . . .
On My Knees
Remembering what it is like to be up in the darkest hours of the morning with an infant; remembering how it was with you, my first child, during those first weeks home –when I wanted to put you back inside me because, at age 22, I didn’t feel prepared for the responsibility.
This morning, at 3:25 am, you are alone and half way around the world, navigating your way from one Tokyo airport to another.
Since I left you at the airport early yesterday morning, I have wanted to put you back inside of me or at least bring you back home, so I could watch over and protect you once again.
This time of your traveling has been like a reverse birth process, nearly as uncomfortable and difficult. From this black, still early morning, I can only pray and breathe deeply, as I wait so anxiously for a call saying that you’ve arrived with your host family.
I sit in the same chair I once rocked you, praying for your safety as I’ve done since the very first night we spent at home together, almost 17 years ago.
And now, I am going down to my knees.