While waiting to adopt our 4th daughter I would fold an origami paper crane each day. Little did I know it would be a 3 year wait! I folded each day, sometimes leaving it in a doctors office, a neighbors mailbox or just collecting on my counter until it was covered in hundreds of colorful cranes. It became a symbol to me of waiting with joy and patience. There was something so calming in the process of folding that lovely piece of paper and watching it transform into a majestic crane. It gave me great pleasure. The process is what saves us! There is a red oriental basket sitting by my front door that is full of these cranes. Every Christmas I pull out a garland of them and hang them up and we usually can put them all over a small tree too! Sometimes my little Ruby will get one out of the basket and say, "you made these while you waited to get me in China!" I smile and tell her, "yes!" Perhaps someday in a time of questioning, in a time when she needs saving, she will reflect on these cranes and feel the same peace and joy. They might help her to know how present she was in our family, even before she was born and how much we yearned for and wanted her!
I love not only this mother's love for her baby, but how she developed the symbol of the crane as a physical reminder of a history of emotion, like a painting can do.