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Tuesday, May 14, 2013

Mother's Day - part 2

I (Jenny) have officially hijacked the blog to brag about my husband because I know he won't.  My first Mother's Day with Bailey home was made super special when I woke up to this:


Breakfast in bed!  Did you notice the "flowers" in the bowl?  Yup, Travis Cramer rocked some origami with dollars (and Euros!) for a day of pampering for me.  Massage, here I come!  My first question was, "Did you learn how to do that on Pinterest?"  He assured me that no, Pinterest will forever be my domain and I think I'm okay with that :)  I am so blessed to have him as my husband and as a father to Bailey.

I thought a lot that day about how Mother's Day is different for those of us that have our children through adoption.  I found this on a friend's Facebook that morning and I think it summed up my feelings well:  "Children born to another woman call me "Mom." The magnitude of that tragedy and the depth of that privilege are not lost on me this weekend."  While Bailey's history is hers alone to share, it is safe to say that adoption always involves loss amidst the great joy. Is it weird that I forget that Bailey wasn't born to us?  I frequently forget that she had a birth mother (and maybe another family) a continent away, yet I thought about this woman a lot on Sunday.  I wonder if Bailey will grow up to look like her or have her personality or mannerisms.  I wonder what she will inherit from Travis and I, other than his sweet origami skills (who knew???).  I guess time will tell but I pray that however she turns out, she knows how fortunate I am to be called her mother, holiday or not.

1 comment:

  1. Our skin doesn't match.
    You don't have my eyes or mouth,
    and our faces aren't the same shape.
    I don't know what it's like to look at you and catch a glimpse of myself as a child.
    What I see in you is far more beautiful than that.
    I see the hand of God in my life.
    I see into the windows of Heaven and you, sweet angel, are by my side every single day.
    Our skin may not match but we match hearts.
    -Christy Wagner, adoptive mom

    I just love this little poem! Happy 1st Mother's Day Jenny!

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