Happy Mother's Day! ~ 2014

I am the mom of a very special child.  I am sure when you see him, you think he is no more special than any other child.  Yet to me he is. 

He is spoiled and smart.  He is funny and ridiculously clever.  He is incredibly strong and terribly courageous.  He is wildly imaginative and is never quiet or still.  He can ride a bike or scooter, swim a pool lap, dive to the deepest depths, climb tall trees.  He is often seen wearing a helmet, a costume, shin pads and just as often covered in water, mud or paint.  He has unruly curly hair and the brightest smile.  He is loud and fast.  He never wears shoes. 

My child smells things I don't smell, hears things I don't hear and imagines things I can't explain.  He disappears more often than not.  He can destroy things in a meltdown yet is kind and gentle when he is calm.  He is amazingly entertaining.  He can tie his shoes.  He can remember places and quotes that I never think to recall.  He rarely cries.  He is always active and loves the outside.  He can write his letters and numbers.  He does pushups and pull ups just like a solider.  He crashes and dashes and smashes!  He hugs, kisses and loves as passionately as he plays. 

All of this and none of this make him special.

What makes him special is that he is adopted and that every day I get to love him. 

Mother's Day is a special day.  It is the day I get to rejoice in being a mom to this incredible little boy.  It is also the day we met his birth mom.  She is a super hero in my book.  She loved him.  She is courageous and strong.  She gave me this special little boy.  This boy that drives me insanely crazy and then smothers me with squeezy hugs and wet kisses.  This little boy that calls me mom, snuggles in the bed in the mornings with me, climbs on my lap, holds my had.  This gift of my life.  She is the reason I know so much about being MOM, all things boy, sensory needs and rolling with it ~ because she gave me the gift of a little life. 

And how special is that!  He is special because he is mine.  He is special because he came from a woman who was brave and strong and fearless.  He is special because he is all of these things.  He is the reason I get to celebrate mother's day.... for me that is what makes all the hard days, the hard knocks, the hard education special.  It makes the dirty floors, the sticky tables, the piles of laundry feel right.  He makes me get up early and stay up late.  He makes me smile and cry.  He makes me want to be the best person I can be so that I can teach him to be the best he can be.  This is what mother's day is... a day to celebrate the gift of life and how special this one little boy is.... to me and to another.

Happy Mother's Day....