Happy Mother's Day!

Mother's love us. Maybe not the way we want them too, but usually to the best of their abilities.

My mother and I clashed on nearly everything and I still adored her and tried to emulate so many of the things I thought she would like that it amazes me now. Actually I adored both my parents, but I am very little like either one of them.

I remember the day I first met my oldest child. She was ten days shy of her fourth birthday and came running out of her foster mother's house yelling, "My angels are here!" My second oldest was whipped out of a social worker's arms and placed on a large footstool for our first meeting. He was three days old with the bluest eyes I had ever seen. My youngest was born to us and I will never forget the black eyed, long haired baby the doctor lay on my stomach as he said, "you have another son."

Three children who came to me in three different ways, but each of whom I love with all of my heart. By the end of June all my of children will have children of their own and that is the only way I think anyone can truly understand what it means to be a parent and to love in that unconditional, yet very real way unique to fathers and mothers and children.

It's not blood and it's certainly not being alike that makes this possible. It is just a colossal miracle for those who are fortunate enough to experience it.