Jenni, of The Good Long Road is sharing a beautiful piece today in honor of National Adoption Month. She has awesome posts this month about making gratitude a daily practice, Trains, and mixed media art.
Did you do a double take with that title? My brother’s mother? Yes, my brother’s mother. Not my step-mother, but my brother’s mother. I love that I have the opportunity to share a post celebrating V, my brother’s mother, today as it is National Adoption Day. V is his mother but not mine.
In 1966, B was born. I would come 11 years later (and my other brother, TK, who I grew up with, came 3 years before me, or 8 years after B). When my parents (yep my mom and dad) found out that my mom was pregnant, they were students at a Christian college in a small town in Oklahoma, engaged, but not married. They and their parents agreed that giving up the baby for adoption was the wisest choice – the best choice for them and for the baby.
When my parents had my brother and I so many years later, they were settled, stable and had been married for 10 years. We certainly benefited from that stability, and B benefited too. His amazing parents raised a generous, welcoming, fun-loving son, who now serves our nation as a Federal Air Marshall and who welcomed his other family with open arms when he found out about and met us all in 2004, as did his mom.
The timing of this post is even more special because it was on Thanksgiving 8 years ago that I met V (B’s mother) for the first time. I will never forget the moment that B’s two mothers embraced.
V pulled my mother close and said, ”Thank you for giving me the greatest gift anyone could ever give.” Cue music. Cue tears.
V also expressed how happy she was to meet us all (and how excited she was to find out that B had two siblings!!). She was glad to know that B would have us – another family – when she and her husband passed on. Imagine that: no jealousy, no fear, just a big warm embrace, which is also how B received us all. He believes that more family is always better – another testament to the way his mother raised him.
If that were not enough, this wonderful mother sends birthday cards and gifts to me on my birthday, to my brother TK on his birthday and even to my sons on their birthdays, which of course she has no obligation to do. That is just the type of woman (mom) she is – always giving, always loving, always wrapping everyone up in that embrace the way she did when she invited us all for Thanksgiving eight years ago.
Today, V – I am proud to celebrate you as one of the most amazing moms I know!
P.S. You can read more about my experience in meeting B for the first time here.
|V is on the far right, Jenni’s mom is center|
Jenni Fischer is a mom of two, Wild Thing (her toddler) and Caterpillar (her 10 month-old), as well as an independent filmmaker who has taught filmmaking to youth and has run after-school programs through her company Generation Arts. She writes about her experiences with Wild Thing and Caterpillar at The Good Long Road with an emphasis on mindfulness, imagination, and creative activities related to her toddler’s favorite children’s books. Follow her on Facebook, Pinterest, Twitter, and Google+.
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