I have no idea what I’ve been doing the last week. All I know is, somehow I managed to not get on my computer much the last week and therefore have not been able to blog in that time.
I wanted to blog for World Aids Orphan Day, but I didn’t, so go here and listen to Erin. She’s amazing and says it better than I could anyway.
I wanted to blog about my dear friend, Beth, passing court. In 6-8 weeks she’ll meet Ethiopia and her sweet Lucia (and maybe, selfishly, T3 and B). I am so excited for her whole family.
I wanted to blog about having a wedding shower for my almost sister-in-law but there were too many little cookies to make, too many meat trays to pick up.
Then I wanted to write about mother’s day but I was enjoying it too much.
I wanted to write about how much I love being a mom but I couldn’t find the words. About how I pinch myself at the very thought of this being my life.
I wanted to write about this “job” of mothering my kids.
I wanted to write about the card my hubby got me that listed lots of reasons why I was a good mom (including, but not limited to, “You wash pee sheets” and “You wash sharted* undies”). *sharted, if you didn’t know, is when people thought they were farting and well, sh*t their pants. It’s a shart, and my boys do it from time to time.
I wanted to write about how when I was taking a shower my eldest slipped a note under the door, a note on mother’s day, that made me cry.
I wanted to write about the mom who I share this day with. This mom I think of every day. The mom who I share one of my kids with.
I wanted to write about my mom, this most amazing, loving, beautiful, tireless creature who inspires and supports beyond comprehension.
I also wanted to write about my mom-in-law. Funny, beautiful, loving, joyful, talented beyond comprehension.
I wanted to write about my grandma, my aunts, my sister-in-law, my friends, my fellow adoptive mommies and bloggers.
I wanted to write about the women who so long to be mommies but who find their arms empty this mother’s day. I wanted to tell them that it won’t always be that way, that I pray and hope for them every day to experience this wonderful world.
I wanted to write to the single moms who have my respect one hundred times over.
I wanted to write about moms around the world who have made the most difficult decisions. The “birth moms” who are so much more than that.
I wanted, perhaps most, to talk about my kids. The ones who made me “mom”.
But I was busy loving and laughing. I was busy enjoying this mom-ness. I was busy with these three. And busy dreaming about the other two.
Happy mother’s day to you!