Mother's Day

I know that M3 does not know that it is Mother's Day.

I know, too, that the woman who gave birth to M3 does not either.

It does not make it any less difficult for me tonight, as I finished tucking in two girls into their beds, to not wonder how much longer it will be before M3 can stop having motherless days.  It pains me greatly to think of this little soul wishing she once again had a mother's arms to nestle in, all safe and snug.  A mom to whisper secrets to, read books with and with whom she can trust her greatest dreams, fears and hopes.  Not that her caretakers do not love her, but a sharing with so many children cannot be the same as having a Mom.

Today I paused several times to think about the mother's heart who is missing M3.  I can't imagine.  I have never met M3 or held her or looked into her eyes.  The mother who gave birth to her did so many times and now she must take solace in the hope that somewhere on this planet there is a woman waiting to do those things for M3 again and forever.

That woman is me.

I'm ready.

I wish so much that she were here already.

I'm trying to be patient, but it is not a virtue of which I'm all that adept.

A Happy Mother's Day to all those who are mothers or who may be waiting on a very special little person to come into their lives.