Emmy Mott

Her fight for life

A Journey To Heaven


Chapter Two

The Adoption of Emmy


Tammy Brodowski Mott

            On a summer day at the end of June 2008, the phone rang.  It was Ellen Miller from Catholic Charities.  She called to tell us about a baby girl that needed a home.  The home she was currently in was for temporary foster placement.

“Would you be interested in taking her in as a pre-adoptive foster placement child?” She asked.  The family she is staying with needs someone to take her for a weekend in July while they go away.  Could you do respite (temporary) care for them?” 

I was so excited.  It had been eighteen months since our first pre-adoptive foster child returned to his birth parents.  I had prayed very hard for another child.

“I will have to talk with Denny, but I am pretty sure he will say yes.”  I replied.

I couldn’t wait to meet what could possibly turn out to be our new baby girl.  I contemplated how I could love someone so much since I haven’t even met her.  Mom and I took the minivan to pick her up.  I was anxious and nervous as we drove down the street looking for the house.  We pulled up in front of the house to the curb.  They opened the front door and brought out this baby girl to us. 

“Oh mom, look at her, she’s so beautiful’ I excitedly exclaimed.

She looked like an angel all dressed in white.  She had the most beautiful sun kissed golden color to her skin.  Her dark brown hair was short and straight.  Her eyes were the biggest eyes I had ever seen.  With their distinctive black rims around the iris’s and vivid reddish orange around the pupils that made them look dark brown.  They slanted slightly but were so full of expression.  She was plump and round.  She had huge rosy red chubby cheeks.  Her most distinguishing feature was her beautiful smile.  I took one look at her and couldn’t help but smile back.  I knew I wanted her to be mine forever.  I settled her into a car seat, smiled at my mom and said, “I’m keeping her, she’s perfect”

We all fell in love with her.  It was hard to take her back after that weekend.  We counted the minutes until the day we could bring her back home with us again.  Days went by that turned into weeks.  Weeks went by.  We waited with anxious anticipation.  Then, that day came on July 25, 2008.  It was 29 days, 20 hours, and 30 minutes.  Or maybe it was 32 minutes, from the time she had been with us.  We were so excited.  However, the worrying would just begin.  We had been through this before and in this position.  We knew of the lengthy adoption process.  We knew that there was a possibility her birth parents could receive custody.  This whole emotional roller coaster process was something we were willing to ride again.

The legal proceedings progressed according to the courts schedule.  In November 2008, the court changed the legal goal to adoption.  This meant that the birth parents visits would discontinue.  We knew now that things were moving in the right direction.  In June of 2009, a hearing occurred for termination of parental rights.  The judge granted thirty days for a fact-finding hearing before he would make his decision.  This whole process caused a lot of anxiety for us all.  It had already been eleven months!  We knew nothing was permanent until the adoption was final.

Denny and I discussed possible girl’s names prior to the adoption.  It took a long time to come up with a name.  One on which we could both agree.  We chose Emily after Denny’s great-grandmother and Katherine after my great-grandmother.  Her nickname would be Emmy Kate. 

The waiting was excruciating.  Finally, after thirteen long drawn out months, in the middle of August 2009 we received the important phone call.  The judge had terminated parental rights.  Now we could move forward with the adoption.  Two weeks later, September 2, 2009, was one of the best days of our lives.  It took only 15 minutes and twenty seconds, or was that 30, for the adoption to be final.  The attorney asked, “What name are you choosing for this child?”  We replied, “Emily Katherine Mott.”  The name “Kate” never seemed to stick and she simply became our beautiful Emmy.


Author: Transformational Healing Ministries

Bruce Brodowski never got to play ball with his dad. He never got to hear his dad say "Good job, son." As a war orphan, having lost his father during World War II, before he was born, he missed what many take for granted. He found hope, though, in faith and a relationship with God the Father who healed the hurt of his Orphan Heart which once left him feeling unloved and abandoned. The author of The Dad I Never Knew: A War Orphan's Search for Inner Healing and My Father, My Son: Healing the Orphan Heart with the Father's Love, he has extensive ministry experience as a prayer minister. He is a graduate of the 2 year lay ministry training program of the Diocese of Charlotte, NC. He has also worked with Ecumenical Healing Ministries of Southwest Virginia and is a member of Fellowship of Christ the Healer/USA. He received further training from Christian Healing Ministries in Jacksonville, Florida. His training and concern led him to found the nondenominational non-profit organization Carolinas Ecumenical Healing Ministries (CEHM) as a service to others seeking emotional and spiritual healing. CEHM is an associate ministry of Global Awakening. He now assists others who suffer throughout the world, by his active involvement in healing prayer ministry. As an author and speaker, he extends his insights to help hurting people experience the Father's limitless love.

2 thoughts on “A Journey To Heaven

  1. I love your story. I pray so much for a happy ending.

  2. I am praying that God’s perfect will leave you will an unbelievable blessing. I don’t know what that will be.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s