Remembering Mothers

Mother's Days have been celebrated for centuries and have always been to recognize all the mothers, and mothers to be and their role in our lives, and our appreciation for them.

Mother's Days were intended to honor or show appreciation for the women who mothered us, or who filled that role as a mother. When I think of Mother's Day I think to two mother's I have had. The first mother being my biological, and the second being the one who adopted me into her family.

Growing up there was not much emphasis on the fact I was adopted. Although I knew it to be a fact, I went about like any other child, and I really never paid close attention to it. As I grew I started to realize there was some things I needed to know, as far as family history. I then began looking at the woman who had given birth to me, but was no longer in the "picture", and I figured I should get to know about her.

Not giving much thought to the fact that I was near to my biological mother, I settled for my adopted mother's opinions and thoughts about who my biological mother was really. I really could not fathom how a mother could give away her own flesh and blood, without ever looking back. I wondered if when Mother's Day came, did my biological mother think of me, did she long for the chance she had passed to be my mother, in more than word but in deed?

As I matured and had settled for a once chance meeting with my biological mother, and a holiday that I visited with her, I realized Motherhood was more than just blood, it was about the one who loved you, accepted you, and enjoyed being around you. The type of mother who was not ashamed to show you how she felt, or what she could about life's many experiences, about nurturing you and rearing you in the way she should. That is what makes a mother, not a deed or piece of paper, or a blood type.

Motherhood never appeared that exact before the day I met my biological mother in person. Nothing had really registered in my head like that or in that way. Now I could say without a doubt, that I truly had one mother, the one who had reared me, all those years, the one who wipe away countless numbers of tears. The mother who gave me direction, made a way and a place to call home, was my mother. Not by mere words alone did she fulfill her role as my mother, but by deed and in doing.

Being adopted I felt I was given two choices. One was that I might get to settle in a family who had choose me. The other choice was to long for the family that had been taken and kept from me. I choose to hold on to the family, the mother who rocked me, who fed me, and clothed me. For me looking back was hard to do, but it was in fact necessary to appreciate the place I was at. To appreciate the love of my mother I now had. Even though my mother had many faults, and many errors in rearing me, I love her today, as I always have. She does not respond to me anymore, but somewhere inside her mind, I know she thinks of me. That is something I do not doubt.

Time has brought me two mothers, two chances, and I choose to go on, to live, and I am thankful for my mother, and all her short comings. I appreciate the life my mother before gave me, and the choice she made, whether I can fully comprehend it, or not.

This Mother's Day as before, these two mothers will pass in my thoughts, in my heart once again. I will be celebrated as a mother by my three children, whom I love dearly. I will know as I have since I began this motherhood journey, that I am loved, and I do love.

Mother's Day will bring choices to each, a choice to celebrate and be thankful for your mom, and being a mom, or it will be regretted because you turned your mind from being a mom . Maybe you will not want to celebrate Mother's Day, because you lost your mother, long ago or even recently. I urge you to let go of things past, hard feelings, hard emotions. Celebrate life, in that you will celebrate your mothers, being a mother, and those who are like a mother.

Mother's Day will have cakes, and fest, and gifts alike, but will your thoughts of your mother be thankfulness for your life, mine will. I love being a mother , it is the greatest role I have been able to play. It is the part of me I love. I love my mothers, and I love the thought of mothers. It is a good thing.