Mother's Day 2007
It’s been a while since I added to my blog. Today is Mother’s Day. It was only five years ago that I had my first “Mother’s Day”. It was supposed to be a time of rejoicing; my two adopted sons would at least say the words. They didn’t even speak to me. Earlier that week arrangements were made so they could go see their “real” family.
One tried to blame us for keeping them away from the “real” family, and it was repeated to him, as it had before, that it was not true. All they had to do was to ask us & let us talk to whoever they wanted to see. That week, one of their cousins made arrangements, and the only thing we asked is that they didn’t see their biological mom—she had not tried to make contact for at least five years prior to that. We wanted to be there when they saw her for the first time. That was no problem, according to them.
So, the Saturday before Mother’s Day, they went down to the small town about 90 minutes away. A few hours later, they called to see if they could stay overnight, they were having a cook-out. We agreed. Sunday after church, my hubby went to get them so we could take them with us to his mom’s. It was then we found out that not only did they see their biological mom, she was living with the cousin that they stayed with! I shouldn’t have been surprised that we were lied to.
The rest of the day, neither boy said a kind word to me; one didn’t speak one word at all. Part of me says that is very selfish, to be able to celebrate being a “mom” for the first time. The other says I was robbed of any joy that should have been mine that day. Either way, it still hurts. I can’t believe that was only five years ago—it seems much longer.
Today we will see my sweetie’s mom. Mine is just a little further away than we can drive right now (only 1,000 miles). We will probably see the new great-nephew, only a few weeks old. Part of me wishes I could have had the joy of a baby, but that was not in God’s plan. Although it obviously still hurts a little, I’d rather have God in control and not me.
