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I used to write often about our daily problems with our Christopher - Christopher, the beautiful baby boy who came to us at three weeks old, delivered to our home by a social worker; Christopher, born a crack baby with fetal alcohol syndrome, and diagnosed over the years with ADHD, Asperger's Syndrome, Separation Anxiety Disorder and a multitude of other complicated diagnoses; Christopher, our very artistic and talented young man now who has decided that he really doesn't need a job - he's going to be discovered somehow by someone and be famous for something - he isn't sure what yet, but he is sure he will be discovered. Christopher - the child who has brought us many sleepless nights, many worries, and we have done everything we know to do for him - we have used every resource available to help him but now that he is of age, he refuses our help - waiting to be "discovered" I just wanted to share a poem I wrote for him just a couple of weeks after DSS brought him to us - a poem I wrote when I knew that God had sent this precious child to us for a reason - a child on whom I would never give up. He has so much value - I'm just waiting for him to see that.

TO CHRISTOPHER: Child of My Heart

I wasn't there the day you were born,
I didn't hear your first cry,
My arms weren't the first to hold you,
Or sing you a lullaby.

I wasn't the one to give you Life,
Or choose your beautiful name,
But I was the first to give you my heart,
When into my life you came.

The day we met, you were sound asleep
You were only three weeks old,
And what I saw was an angel child
That my arms were aching to hold.

It wasn't long til I scooped you up
And held you close to me
And felt your heart beat next to mine
And instantly, we were one.

My eyes were suddenly filled with tears
For the love that I felt for you,
And I felt the warmth of your sweet, sweet face
As you filled every inch of my heart.

I felt that love I had felt before,
With three wee ones before you
And I knew right then that you would be mine
And our lives would start anew.

My heart was filled with so much love that day
That I thought it would surely burst
You were precious and tiny and needed much love
You needed a gentle hand

It was then that my aching arms held you
And told you that you were home.

With love, Mommy, June 1990