A few weeks ago, T randomly asked about his birth mother.
We don’t know what prompted the question but we took out his adoption book and showed him the one photo we have of his mother.
We asked him what he was thinking and feeling but he was quiet. Then he moved on to his next activity and hadn’t asked about her since.
Every Mothers’ Day, I think about his mother and what I would tell her if we spoke.
It’s important to the hubby and I that we honor his requests anytime he asks about her.
She is part of his identity and we will provide him the pieces to complete that puzzle in his mind.
Mothers Day was wonderfully relaxing.
T and I spent the morning doing learning activities and playing in the park. In the afternoon, the hubby took T out to play with his scooter.
In the evening, I dropped off Chinese takeout for Ma and my Aunt as a Mothers Day treat.
I am thankful for every Mothers Day we celebrate with Ma as I’m aware they are finite.
Mother Nature, on the other hand, is the ageless force around us that transcends time.
It was a beautiful weekend, the first T-shirt, shorts and sandals weather – which I define as 13 degrees Celsius and up.
The beautiful flowers in our garden were blooming – lovingly tended by the mother who lived in our home for five decades prior to us.
Shades of yellow, orange, red, blue, pink, white. The delicate purple checked lily has also made its delightful annual appearance – pictured at top.
To all the moms, grandmas, caregivers – wishing you all a Happy Mothers Day.