This year’s Mother’s Day is a very special one for many reasons.
I have my mother here, with me, in this life. In some ways, she is perhaps, more with me than ever before. I am so grateful for that . . .
My oldest bonus daughter is getting married in June, and these are her last few weeks as a Blackmon. It has been true joy bearing witness to her growing up and into this amazing young woman. She is poised for a phenomenal career in music education, and she is both resolute in her commitment and truly ready (as one can ever be) for marriage to her sweetheart. . .
There are now four in the middle, all precious, and all pushing themselves on their own paths towards excellence in this life. All beloved beyond words . . .
And, then, there is the newest, who also just happens by age to be the other “bookend.” I am her fourth “mother.” She has no name, yet, for me, but there are moments she will lean in, just a little. The smiles have begun to occur almost daily. There is a foundation being laid of the trust we know will take years, if not a lifetime, to build. And, while she is new, she is so loved, so treasured, so wanted. I have said and say again, I would move mountains for her smile . . .
This Mother’s Day and graduation season is the second one Greg and I are seeing children for their 18 year old check ups whom we first met at less than 2 days old. The privilege of getting the chance to be a part of their growing up years, the honor, well, truthfully, it just brings me to tears pretty much every time. The tenderness with which we hold these no longer littles is so soft and so true . . .
I do not have words adequate to express the joy and gratitude and love in my heart, so I will say simply