I understand today is Birth-mothers' Day, so I thought I would post my thoughts about the four biological mothers of my four sons.
One of you we have met.
One of you we know only from a tiny picture taken my son's lifetime--half your lifetime--ago.
One of you has passed away.
One of you was lost to the same darkness now clouding our shared son.
But all of you, each of you, lost a son when I gained mine.
And I don't know how to thank you.
I'm not sure I've been a better mother than you would have been, so I guess it's not about better.
You gave them life, and I gave them a place to call home.
Which is more important?
There is no "more important."
It is simply how things happened.
As far as I know, you don't know the God I know, so to tell you it was his plan would likely be an offense to you.
You may have been scared, brave, in pain, or not even in your right mind.
I am sorry that you don't know the young men I know.
And I'm sorry that they don't really know you.
If you're wondering, we think about you, we talk about you, we pray for you.
And I'm trying to get it right for both of us.
ErinRMS 5-13-17
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