I’m lucky. I have three mothers.
- My grandmother. She helped raise me and was there for me. She taught me basic math and how to nourish my body. She taught me how to love.
- My adoptive mother. Even though we fight and don’t always get along, I know she’s doing the best she can with what she has. I know she loves me.
- My birth mother. This woman made (what I see as) the ultimate sacrifice because she knew she couldn’t provide for me.
I know very little of my birth mother. I know her name, that I’m the youngest of 7 (at the time), and the circumstances in her home probably weren’t good. I have often wondered how a mother can make such a decision. It must take such strength to be that unselfish and I am so incredibly grateful. I may have had ups and downs (and who doesn’t?), but on the whole, I’ve had an amazing life with wonderful experiences. I am where/who I am today, partially because of her.
Not only did my parents want a child, but, honestly, I was probably brought into the picture to save my parents’ marriage. I’m okay with that. My mother was willing to have a child that was not of her flesh or blood and love and raise it as her own. There is something beautiful in that. She was/is so willing. And that’s beautiful. She taught me a family isn’t always about the bloodlines, and often times, it has nothing to do with it.
I truly feel that my grandmother is my saving grace. I know of unconditional love because of her. I know how to do things passionately because of her. I know how to speak Spanish and make a kick ass ceviche because of her. She is beautiful.
I give thanks for each of these women. And the women who came before them. I am stronger and wiser because of you.
To anyone who is a mother, or who has taken on the role, Happy Mother’s Day!