Happy Mothers Day...

On Mother's Day last year, I woke up to a special surprise in my email inbox.  Photos, of a little boy who was waiting for us in Ukraine.

Lately, this is what I wake up to:

Amazing how things change in one year.

It's Mother's Day.  And I'm a mommy.  For the first time, I will get to take a potted flower home from church without feeling guilty :)

I'm so blessed to be this boy's mama.  I'm so glad that God chose us.  I'm so glad He called us.  I'm so glad we heard him - so glad we were listening, for once.  What a treasure.  What a gift.  What an honor to one day hear this boy call me 'mama'.

Wouldn't have it any other way.

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As we're talking about mommies, I can't help but think about his first mom.  The one who carried him for 9 months.  The one who endured pain to bring him into this world.  The one who loved him in the first 3 months of his life.  The one who nursed him - rocked him - sang to him.  The one who had to make a decision that none of us can even understand.

His first mom.

Today, I'm so thankful for her.  I wish I could hug her, and tell her I'm grateful.  I wish I could tell her that it's okay.  That she did the best she could.

And that is enough.

His first mom gave him a gifts that I'll never be able to give him.  She experienced things with him that I'll never be able to experience.....

"Legacy Of An Adopted Child"
Once there were 2 women who never knew each other.
One you may not remember, the other you call Mother.
Two different lives shaped to make you one.
One became your guiding star. The other became your sun.
The first one gave you life, the second taught you how to live it.
The first gave you a need for love, the second was there to give it.
One gave you a nationality, the other gave you a name.
One gave you talent, the other gave you aim.
One gave you emotions, the other calmed your fears.
One saw your first sweet smile, the other dried your tears.
And now you ask me through your tears

The age-old question, unanswered through the years.
Heredity or environment. Which are you a product of?
Neither, my darling. Neither. Just two different kinds of love.

That is enough.  

Forever grateful.

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I've got to share this.  It makes me cry like a baby.  Jake shared it with me the other day, and I've watched it over & over since then.



One Thing I Know For Sure: "He is mine in a way that he will never be hers, yet he is hers in a way that he will never be mine, and so together, we are motherhood." - Desha Wood