Happy Mother's Day to all the moms out there. Biological moms. Foster moms. Adoptive moms. Spiritual moms. And teachers, who get called Mom, too. :)
I'm so grateful for the opportunity to be a mom to two wonderful sons, my biological son and my adoptive son. I'm so grateful to be an unofficial mom to Julian, my other Colombian "son". Someday in Heaven I shall meet the other child that God placed inside my body for a very short time.
Just as grateful as I am for my children, I am equally grateful for my mom. Without her constant love and encouragement as a child, or her patience while I went through those stubborn teenage years, I could not be the mom I am today.
Thanks, Mom, for reading to me as a child. For taking care of me when I was sick. For nursing me back to health after my car accident (and homeschooling me until I could walk again). For encouraging me in the areas I excelled in. For believing in me. For supporting me to fulfill my dreams. For loving me even when I wasn't so easy to love. For becoming my friend as a young adult. For making the most beautiful wedding dress for me, exactly as I wanted it. For praying for me. For showing up to take care of David when I just about fell apart. For grieving with me when the adoption didn't go through. For giving me space and time when I needed it. For taking an interest in the things that interest me. For being my biggest support and cheerleader as a writer. For always picking out the best card for the occasion, showing that you are deeply connected to your children. For teaching me how to be a loving wife and mom. For honoring and supporting your husband always. For modeling a life of faith and service to others. For always being there.
I'm so glad God chose you to be my mom. I love you. Hope you have a wonderful day.
- I am a wife, daughter, mother, bilingual teacher, poet, author, women's Bible study teacher, world traveler, orphan advocate, and an adoptive mother. Our adoption journey has been filled with a lot of hurt and loss, along with even more hope, grace, and healing. Through it we have experienced more of God than we ever bargained for and have watched Him miraculously redeem our story when we surrendered all the broken pieces to Him.