
Bethany LOVES her Grandma
As always at this time of year, I am thinking about all the different Moms in my life.
My friends from high school became mothers at a much earlier age than I did and many are grandmas now.
There are moms I "know" through online adoption groups. Many of them have adopted 5,6 or more kids. Some have adopted children with significant medical needs and, sometimes, uncertain futures. They are awe-inspiring.
There is my friend Monique, who is going to have her first child in September and will be an amazing, amazing Mother.
And there are three mothers on the other side of the world who I will likely never meet. Because of them, I am a mom. I don't know the circumstances that led them to give up these precious children of mine. I hope that it was because they thought it was the only path to a healthy and safe life for the child. I do know they were all left in places where they would be quickly found. I imagine that those birth mothers must think of these children every day. I can't really get a handle on, though, what it would be like to never know what happened to them. Are they safe? Are they happy? Did they even survive? But in reality, I just don't know what those mothers think.
Then there is my Mom. In a few weeks, she will be 80 years old. Like everyone, she has weathered many challenges in life. She has significant health issues that I doubt many people could face with the strength, grace and just plain stubbornness she has. She was one of the first people we told when we decided to adopt and couldn't have been more supportive. She opened her heart and her arms to the three of them and they love their Grandma with all their hearts. I told them a little while ago that we were going to go see Grandma tomorrow and they all squealed with excitement.
My sister and I sometimes joke that we are turning into our Mom--we should be so lucky. Love you, Mom!