When Motherhood Hits Different

I called her… actually I think I just texted her… at the end of February and told her I had to come to America with the kids. She didn’t skip a beat. She just asked when she should fly in to help. She’s been ALL over the place with us over the last two months, sacrificing more than even I can understand. And she’s really seen the underbelly of special needs parenting.

But she’s never stopped being my mom first. In our worst of times on this trip, when I need the most help, the kids won’t let anyone but me near. So my mom stands back, quietly, longingly, and watches over ME. She gives her whole self, even when she feels stuck on the sidelines.

That kind of love is the good stuff. It’s real all the way through. It’s not glamorous. Not what childhood daydreams were made of.

This was our only Mother’s Day picture - maybe the only one we’ve taken in two months. She climbed a rock wall at a park so she could watch Jam play without him knowing she was watching. I took a selfie of us and said, “Happy Mother’s Day”!

We take what we can get. But being the giver is always more blessed than the receiver. I learned that from my mom.

Happy Mother’s Day! I love you.
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