Wednesday / November 23 / 2011
Sperm or egg a parent does not make
Sperm or egg a parent does not make. How do I know? I have children. Yet, I’ve never given birth.
Grant, now 27, was my first. If I could wrap love in bacon and sauté it to perfection, that would be my son.
Grant captured my heart from the very first moment I met him. He was seven-years-old.
Those big brown eyes drew me in and enveloped me forever in a place I never even knew existed.
Grant is the reason I was first fulfilled as a mother. He gifted me with a love I cannot otherwise explain. He gave me reason to smile when the whole world was turned upside down. Who else can do that but a son?
Never a “step”, I was fully devoted to Grant as my son, and he to me as his Mom. We still are.
How grateful I am.
So what does a parent make? Late nights holding a cool cloth to a fevered head. Calloused knees from prayer. Hope for a future. Worry. Dreams beyond measure. Tear-stained cheeks when others wound their hearts. Embraced imperfection. Selflessness. Pushing, just a little harder than they’d like. Pride in who they are, despite how differently they look than you’d imagined.
And love. Pure, unadulterated, unconditional love.
For me, it’s the innate, innermost piece of me that wants nothing but the very best for my children. The willingness to put them first so they can achieve their potential. If you are a parent (step or otherwise) you know what I mean. They are sunshine. They are exhausting! They are Christmas.
Grant and Brittany are the reason I am a Mom.
The one thing I hope resonates in their hearts forever, it’s what they’ve heard me say a thousand times, “There is nothing you can say or do that will make me love you any more …or any less.”
That, my friends, is parenting. That is family.
Family is who you adopt and choose to love for all time, regardless of the circumstances, the bloodline, or what comes and goes.
I love my family.
I love all that family represents. If God gave me anything to be thankful for… it’s my family.
Happy Thanksgiving, all.