It's Mother's Day and the social media is full of odes, dedications, and well-wishes for mothers, spouses, and daughter.
As it should be.
If you're adopted, you know some of the feelings I've had all my life when Mother's Day and Father's Day roll around. I could not be more blessed than to have been placed with my adopted family. Of course, since we live only one reality, it's impossible for me to know any different, but I cannot adequately express how amazing was my adopted family. My parents raised my brother, sister, and me (all adopted...) with love, compassion, discipline, and sacrifice. I can simply not imagine any other life.
In the fall of 2023 I found my birth mother. Had we more time, I could have met her in person, but we found each other only weeks before she passed away from a long illness. My adopted mother passed away in 2007. As I read posts from friends and family today, I couldn't help but wish these two amazing women could have met each other in this life.
I think they'd have loved it.
Of course, I really only knew one, but I've learned of the other since her passing. Both were short, spunky, brave, and from what I understand, both were very funny. I don't think I appreciated my mom's humor enough before she died. Man, she was a funny woman. At my birth mother's celebration of life held just over a year ago, the stories I heard described a woman who made everyone laugh.
Because of my philosophy, I believe these woman have indeed met. I'll bet it was a wonderful and special meeting between two women who gave me so much, without whom I would not be here (literally...), and not be the man I am today. I'm thankful for them both, for their love, their sacrifice, their incredible lives.
Happy heavenly Mother's Day...to my two moms.
