So Mother’s Day came and went. It is kind of a strange day for me in our family because there is joy and sadness. Joy for the celebration of my wife and all that she does for the kids that only she, a mom, can do.
Sadness for the loss of opportunity to celebrate our daughter’s birth mom, who we have no idea where or how she is. I know I celebrated her in my prayers, thoughts and tears because she chose to carry and birth this beautiful, compassionate, loving girl. This girl who continues to expand my capacity to love and care for those around us. This girl who loves so unconditionally that it scares me sometimes. This girl who desires to serve and not be served.
So, as I mourn the loss of relationship with her birth mom, I pray that someway, somehow, someday, we can celebrate a Mother’s Day with her.