“Mom, please tell me the story again?” I often used to say… “What did you think the first time you saw me?”…. It was a story I never got tired of hearing… To be exact it used to be my favorite story, and in a lot of ways it still is. And it is only fitting that I pass on the story for Mother’s Day….
Once upon a time there was a beautiful couple… and that beautiful couple wanted a beautiful family. Once they were married they set along a path of creating a life for themselves so that they could bring children into the world. The road for them wasn’t an easy one to navigate, there were many bumps and hills along the way, but God was good to them, and on a very special spring day they welcomed their first-born son into the world.
Now their son was perfect in their eyes, a perfect blend of the both of them. He was tiny and fragile and fought hard to grow, but his fight only made this couple love him more…. As each day passed their hearts grew bigger and bigger – until they realized that the well of love was overflowing, and they had enough love to give to another child.
Unfortunately God had another plan for them. Many seeds were planted, but none of them grew… they tried and tried and wondered why they couldn’t give this beautiful boy a brother or sister… They were steadfast and patient and never wavered from the plan. They trusted that their prayers would be answered, and their family would grow.
And their prayers were answered, but not in the way they had expected… After carrying a second baby in their hearts (and Mommy’s tummy), this child was not long for this earth. Sadly God decided that this angel was a heavenly one, and not an earthly one – this couple left the hospital with empty arms, and an empty heart. 😦
They still wouldn’t give up.. as their son grew and thrived they KNEW in their hearts that this wouldn’t be the only child for them… They KNEW they had so much love to give, and that their family wasn’t complete.
Once again God answered their prayers, but not in the way they had expected… for a second time they carried a new life in their hearts (and Mommy’s tummy) – and once again God decided to keep this angel for Himself. 😦 Their hearts broke, and they didn’t know what to do… How could they keep going through this when there was only heartbreak and grief?
What were they to do?
One day they received a phone call about a beautiful, healthy, chubby baby girl who needed a home… and they immediately said YES!! Their family was now complete!!
Now this beautiful woman was a Mom to a little boy and a little girl, and life couldn’t get much brighter. It didn’t change the grief she felt over her two heavenly angels that she couldn’t hold in her arms – but she silently carried their memory, and came to terms with the way her family had formed. She had a successful carrier as a nurse, a wonderful husband, amazing children, and a nice home…. Who could ask for more than that?
Years went by……
One day at work this woman was given a premature baby to take care of. This baby was sick, and didn’t have the nurturing of a Mommy of her own. You see, this baby’s Mommy was far to young to take on the responsibility, so she left the hospital with empty arms and an empty heart – and this baby didn’t have a name or a family to speak of. The nurse took this baby into her arms, and took care of her every need from the day she was born. Each day she went to work and cared for this sick little baby, the love she felt for her grew….
“What is to become of this little one?” she wondered…. She went home each night and couldn’t get this child out of her head – she wasn’t like any other little baby she had cared for – she was different… Days turned into weeks, and this little one had worked her way into every facet of her life. After a tearful conversation with a friend, she went home to her beautiful home and pleaded with her husband…. “There is this baby at work….. and I think she belongs to us… PLEASE COME SEE HER!! I know we didn’t plan to have another baby, but I just know in my heart she is supposed to be with us…..”
He thought about it, and thought about the pain they had gone through when they lost their two babies, and thought about how this little baby was sick…. But he went to the hospital anyway and looked at this tiny girl, and held her in his arms….. and in that instant they became parents again.
This baby is ME.. and this beautiful family is MY beautiful family. My parents applied to adopt me shortly after that day. Because I was ill there were people who didn’t necessarily agree with that decision, as they didn’t want my parents to go through more heartbreak – but they didn’t give up. Their request to adopt was granted, and at a few months old I OFFICIALLY and LEGALLY became their daughter.
Before I was old enough to know what ‘adoption’ was, I had already heard “my story” many times. My parents explained to me from the very beginning that God placed me in another woman’s tummy, but that I was meant to be their child all along. I was told that made me special… I was chosen… and very much wanted. I grew to know that adoption is one of the greatest gifts that you can give a child – and I have ALWAYS been nothing but proud to be adopted.
Mother’s Day is a very special day to me on so many levels. Many many years after I learned of how I came to be, I had a child of my own. Not only is my little dude my entire life, he is also the only blood relative I have ever known. That means more to me than I can ever express in words. I will always have an amazingly special connection with him because of that. I can look at him and see my eyes when I look into his eyes… I see my smile when I make him smile… I have never known what that is like until I became a Mother. He is my everything… my all in all, and he had changed me in every way. I would never know what it felt like to have my heart live outside of me if it wasn’t for him. Thank you little dude…. I would be nothing without you.
I also didn’t realize how selfless my birth mother truly was until I became a Mother myself. Now that I have gone through 9 months of pregnancy, the delivery of my child – and 8 years of ‘Motherhood’, I cannot fathom making the selfless decision to give a child a better life and giving your child away. My Birth Mother was very young when she had me, and there is no doubt in my mind that she made the right decision. Early on in life I thought of who she was, and if she thought of me too…. I didn’t really know until I had my own child that once you have given birth that is the ONLY thing you think about…. Wherever she is – I send her love and my unending appreciation for loving me enough to give me all the things she couldn’t.
And last but not least – none of this would have ever taken place if it wasn’t for my Mom fighting for my life, and making the decision to speak to my Dad about adopting me. I know in my heart that I wouldn’t even be here if it wasn’t for them. My Mom has fought for me since the day I came into this world, she has tended to my every need, she has put my needs ahead of her own, and she has believed in me when nobody else seemed to (other than my Dad). Not only would I not be alive without her, but I wouldn’t be the woman I turned out to be… How do you thank someone for all of that? I think that Mothers deserve more than a day… they deserve recognition EVERY day. I love you Mom, more than you’ll ever know. I would have never gotten through the first few years AND the last few years without you in my corner (and all the years in between).
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