Happy Mother’s Day to all the moms and all the sons and daughters — because we wouldn’t be moms without the kids, right?
At least that’s what I’d always thought until yesterday. I guess I’ve been blinkered on the subject of motherhood. Oh, I’ve never thought motherhood was defined only by a biological bond between parent and child. One of my closest friends growing up had been adopted as an infant, but her parents sure were her parents. And growing up in the Sixties, we were exposed to just about every permutation and combination the definition of “family” could hold. I’ve even known women who had raised children who had experienced a miscarriage, or had lost one child to tragedy.
“So, what happened yesterday?” you might well ask.
I found out that a young woman I first met when she was a young girl during our Children’s Theater years writes a blog. Beautifully. Exquisitely. I didn’t know she could do that. She’s a young woman now of course, and she’s married with two children and a story of love, loss, and hope for Mother’s Day.
“And that affects me…how?” You. A little impatient for me to get to the point.
Here. Read it yourself. I’d love to know how it affects you.