We have been celebrating Mother's Day for years now, privately and in our own way, as a way to honor the baby we lost almost 5 years ago. Wade would usually buy me a flower or plant, wishing me a happy day and reminding me that I am and forever will be a mother.
Just the other day we sat together, the four of us, for dinner and the boys asked me about that baby. Tears filled their eyes and they asked questions like, "don't you feel sad?" But you know, I didn't. I don't. I'm glad that I had the opportunity to share with them something deeply personal and to let them into that space. I was happy to explain that God's joy is stronger than any sadness and how God has used this painful experience as a gospel message in my life and in the lives of others. And I was happy that, with Mother's Day just a few days away, we would be adding two more into the Mother's Day celebration.
This Mother's Day, the boys surprised me with flowers and a card (addressed to their: "American momma") and they cooked up this idea of making dinner for ME for a change! (How'd ya like that pun?) As I sat on the couch, listening to them bustle around in the kitchen, I thought about their moms (whom they'd just spent the weekend with) and was overcome with thankfulness to get to be a part of their tribe. They have entrusted me with two of their greatest treasures and blessed me with this experience of daily motherhood. I am forever in awe of this gift and of their sacrifice and desire for their boys to live our their dreams.