A day for our children to tell us how wonderful we are and if given a choice they would have chosen us above anyone else to be their mother.
But do they really know what we have gone through and will go through? I think not.
Let me enlighten them just a little.
First off the morning sickness, vomiting at the bedside and repeating to ourselves this won't last the whole 9 months.
Then comes the ill fitting clothes, to fat for your regular jeans but not fat enough for the expando belly version.
Next we start to notice stretch marks, just a few at first then one day an explosion of squiggly lines running all over your mid-section looking a lot like a small child took a red marker all over your freshly painted white wall.
Not to mention the large over flowing breast popping out of your best lace bra which just happens to be the one you were wearing the night you got into this predicament in the first place.
But the worst and most degrading moment of pregnancy is our lack of bladder control, yes kids we peed our pants for you. There was the interrupted sleep, not to many at first but then every hour on the hour the further into the pregnancy we got. We had to know the location of every bathroom in every place we entered. That is why it took us so long to finish an outing.
Then there was the labor, the tiny little cramping that turned into a rhino dancing on your abdomen and a mac truck driving over your back.
Finally the birth, the precious small bundle of joy we pushed out of our VAGINA'S. Our bodies opened up like the parting of the Red Sea and out came this slime covered little human being that we immediately fell in love with. After giving birth anything else you kids can cast upon us is a walk in the park.
But wait that's not all. I not only gave birth but I adopted some of my sweet little humans. Yes you guys came with the pain also, but I love you all the same.
Although there was less physical pain, the emotional pain could be very overwhelming at times.
Any minute I could get a call saying you were leaving me. That in it self was far worse than any labor pain I ever endured. And I did get a few of those calls, it was like a death. I had a few scares too. Looking for family members to take away my kids and finding none who were acceptable to parent. I went from heart stopping grief to the happy dance.
Then there was the, "your not my real mom", sorry to disappoint you, but I am your mom and I am very real so deal with it. You my dear child are stuck with me no matter what.
You just like the bio kids were chosen, I chose to love you the minute I saw you.
Like I have always told you, you were not born from my womb, you were born from my heart.
So the pain of raising children no matter how they come to you is all the same and the joy of raising children no matter how they come to you is also all the same.
Yes we deserve a day of recognition to look at each and every one of our children and remember how blessed we are to have been chosen to be their moms.
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| This is my legacy, God help me!! |
