Happy Mother's Day

I wanted to wish all the women a happy Mother's day. Before the adoption of our son, this was a very painful day for me. The desire for a child along with the church message about motherhood left me aching and in pain. The talk about motherhood being the highest calling and a blessing was hard to hear since that was an unfulfilled wish of mine. The hardest part was when the Pastor would always ask all the mothers to stand and women all around me would be up, while I remained sitting. I always knew that God's plans were perfect and if His plan wasn't for me to be a mother I had accepted this. However, my heart still hurt for a child to love.

In the years after the adoption of our son, I have spoken to our Pastors and asked that they include all grown women in the celebration of Mother's Day. I am very pleased that our current church has done a wonderful job of this. I didn't even have to speak to the pastor about this and his message was geared to all the ladies in the congregation. All the ladies were presented with carnations, it didn't matter if they were mothers or not.

Our favorite Mommy/son book

Yesterday David wanted to start Mother's Day early by giving me one of his treasured books. When he was in preschool I always liked to purchase at least one book when they sent home an order form. I ordered a wonderful book called "I Love You Stinky Face." This became a wonderful book that we shared often when I read to him each night. There were just two characters in the book—one the mom and the other the son. As the mother in the story tucks her little boy into bed he asks questions to see how much she loves him such as "But, Mama, but Mama, what if I were a super smelly skunk, and I smelled so bad my name was stinky face?" Of course the mother would respond with "...I would hug you tight and whisper in your ear, I love you, Stinky Face." The ending is just as wonderful with "I love you, mama" and "I love you, my wonderful child." This was such a well-read book at our house that David would say the son's parts and I would say the mother's parts.

I think one of the reasons he chose to give me this book was to keep it safe forever. This was a special book for this mother and her son. I also received a beautiful robe, which was put to good use today since the temperature has dropped drastically today.

We went out to eat at Logan's Roadhouse and had a wonderful, but very filling meal. The waitress was busy so another server brought our food to the table. She was a little embarrassed when she went to hand out the food and got it all wrong. I ordered the prime rib, which was delivered first but the two remaining orders were roadie burgers with mac and cheese and the last meal of steak and grilled shrimp. She handed the burgers to David and the steak and shrimp to Rich. The only problem was that the twelve-year-old had ordered the medium rare steak and grilled shrimp, while his father ordered the burgers. David has always had very mature taste in food. In fact, as a three-year-old when a waitress asked him in a very childlike way if he wanted a hamburger, he responded with "Actually I would prefer a medium rare prime rib." he promptly closed the menu and layed it on the table, the menu he had been ordering from had been upside down as he "read" his order.