Dear Baby Shows,
Mother’s Day is today, and although I haven’t met you yet, I celebrate the blessing it is to be your momma. My mom (your Nana in Delaware) recently wrote me a note to tell me that motherhood will be the hardest but most rewarding job in my life. I look forward to hugs, kisses, field trips, non-reptilian pets, trucks, sports games, tumbles, swimming lessons. I don’t look forward to the less glamorous side of motherhood – messy diapers, the stomach bug, discipline, and hurts that mommy just can’t fix – but, to be called a momma, I am willing to do that side, too. You have radically changed my life, and you’re not here yet. I think about you all the time – what you’re doing, how you’re feeling, how you’re growing. I cannot wait for the day I get to hold you in my arms. I love you, Little Man.
But this Sunday, I don’t just celebrate my first Mother’s Day. Nope. I celebrate your birthmother, the woman who has given us you. She has way more strength than I ever could have to decide the best life for you was not with her. She has more strength than I ever could have to believe in the idea of possibility for you. She so much strength to know that your needs are above hers.
So I celebrate her. I cherish her. I want you to know that we love your birthmother for the gift of you. While I may never get to tell her thank you, I hope she knows in her heart that we are forever grateful.
People someday may ask about your “real” mother. I can assure you that we’re both real. You are so loved that you have TWO mothers – the one you gave you life, and the one who gets to raise you.
Nalingi yo, Baby Shows. Always and forever.
Your forever mom ❤