REMEMBERING MY TWO MOTHERS ON MOTHER'S DAY.
Yes, some of us have two mothers, maybe three or more; some grandmas are like mothers. But for adoptees like me, we have two mothers, the one who gave birth to us, and the one who raised us.
My birth mother was Mary G. No, I never met her, but thank you Mother Mary, for giving me birth, for carrying me within the protection of your womb for those long nine months. Nine watery months of no light yet sound from the outside. It must have been hard to give me up, yet I harbor you no ill will. You did what you thought was best. A small apartment with grandma, grandpa, you, dad, sister Christine, and brother Bruce. Where would I sleep? Yet you thought I would be better off with a family that could not bear children. A family who desired a child of their own.
Dr. Jerry knew you, Dr. Jerry knew that other family who wanted a kid. "Let me arrange the adoption. He'll be OK." Yes, you even wrote me a letter, which was given to my sister, who gave it to me upon your demise. "I love you," you wrote, but I couldn't care for you, too many financial problems at that time, yet there is a family who can, and who can give you what we can't." Well, I did have a good life, Mom. I love you for thinking of me, even though giving me up must have hurt you to your heart, you still did, you thought of me, and my other family, who loved me to their hear. So, Happy Mother's Day, Mother Mary G.
Our Heavenly Father went through that, too, but on a much deeper level. He had a son whom He loved deeply, yet was willing to give up His only Begotten Son, He gave up his only Begotten Son in death, so that we could have life. The Father was saddened, yet the families of the Earth rejoiced. The Son given up in death meant eternal life to all who would believe in Him who would set captives free.
Happy Mother's Day to my adoptive Mother. My Mother Anne P. Even though you could only raise me for 15 years. I learned a lot from you. Yes, you had a temper, but you were fair, never abusive. Yes, you took the spatula to me a few times, even threw a pair of pruning shears at me, yet you never abused me. You taught me to be good, to obey, to love God, to be the best I could be. You took me home to be with you and Dad on February 11, 1954, when Mother Mary left me on February 9th. You two probably never met, yet she had you in mind, and I came to you because of her. I became a legal member of your family, through adoption, your surname became mine.
Mother Mary G. died at 95 years of age, yet you were only 58 years old when God took you home to glory. But thank you for the years of motherhood. Thank you for all the birthday cakes and times we had visiting grandpa Nappi in Miami Beach. Yes, I have movies of you and me, black and white pictures too. You and I dancing in the living room, being watched by our cat "Shan". I and I on the Ferry near the Statue of Liberty. We had a lot of good memories. Hope to see you again soon. So, Happy Mother's Day, Mother Anne P.
All of us who have trusted in the one-time only sacrifice of Jesus Christ on the Cross of Calvary have been "adopted" into the Family of God. He took us in and has given us new names, names that reflect Holiness, set apart ones. We are all sons and daughters, adopted by the King of Glory, adopted into His royal family. To think of all the brothers and sisters we now have, millions upon millions. We will meet them one day as we pass through those gates of glory, to gaze upon the Lamb of God, and then to meet our family members. It might take a few years to meet them all, maybe a few hundred years, but who's counting? We have eternity ahead of us. Maybe I'll meet my biological brother and sister someday, Bruce and Christine, who knows, but email is second best. I know them electronically. But if not in this world, perhaps in the World to Come.
Happy Mother's Day to my mothers, Mary and Anne. And if you know a lonely mother who has lost her kids or been forgotten by her children, go ahead and adopt her! Make her YOUR mother. I could be the blessing of her life.
my two moms.
Mother Mary G. Mother Anne P.
Yes, some of us have two mothers, maybe three or more; some grandmas are like mothers. But for adoptees like me, we have two mothers, the one who gave birth to us, and the one who raised us.
My birth mother was Mary G. No, I never met her, but thank you Mother Mary, for giving me birth, for carrying me within the protection of your womb for those long nine months. Nine watery months of no light yet sound from the outside. It must have been hard to give me up, yet I harbor you no ill will. You did what you thought was best. A small apartment with grandma, grandpa, you, dad, sister Christine, and brother Bruce. Where would I sleep? Yet you thought I would be better off with a family that could not bear children. A family who desired a child of their own.
Dr. Jerry knew you, Dr. Jerry knew that other family who wanted a kid. "Let me arrange the adoption. He'll be OK." Yes, you even wrote me a letter, which was given to my sister, who gave it to me upon your demise. "I love you," you wrote, but I couldn't care for you, too many financial problems at that time, yet there is a family who can, and who can give you what we can't." Well, I did have a good life, Mom. I love you for thinking of me, even though giving me up must have hurt you to your heart, you still did, you thought of me, and my other family, who loved me to their hear. So, Happy Mother's Day, Mother Mary G.
Our Heavenly Father went through that, too, but on a much deeper level. He had a son whom He loved deeply, yet was willing to give up His only Begotten Son, He gave up his only Begotten Son in death, so that we could have life. The Father was saddened, yet the families of the Earth rejoiced. The Son given up in death meant eternal life to all who would believe in Him who would set captives free.
Happy Mother's Day to my adoptive Mother. My Mother Anne P. Even though you could only raise me for 15 years. I learned a lot from you. Yes, you had a temper, but you were fair, never abusive. Yes, you took the spatula to me a few times, even threw a pair of pruning shears at me, yet you never abused me. You taught me to be good, to obey, to love God, to be the best I could be. You took me home to be with you and Dad on February 11, 1954, when Mother Mary left me on February 9th. You two probably never met, yet she had you in mind, and I came to you because of her. I became a legal member of your family, through adoption, your surname became mine.
Mother Mary G. died at 95 years of age, yet you were only 58 years old when God took you home to glory. But thank you for the years of motherhood. Thank you for all the birthday cakes and times we had visiting grandpa Nappi in Miami Beach. Yes, I have movies of you and me, black and white pictures too. You and I dancing in the living room, being watched by our cat "Shan". I and I on the Ferry near the Statue of Liberty. We had a lot of good memories. Hope to see you again soon. So, Happy Mother's Day, Mother Anne P.
All of us who have trusted in the one-time only sacrifice of Jesus Christ on the Cross of Calvary have been "adopted" into the Family of God. He took us in and has given us new names, names that reflect Holiness, set apart ones. We are all sons and daughters, adopted by the King of Glory, adopted into His royal family. To think of all the brothers and sisters we now have, millions upon millions. We will meet them one day as we pass through those gates of glory, to gaze upon the Lamb of God, and then to meet our family members. It might take a few years to meet them all, maybe a few hundred years, but who's counting? We have eternity ahead of us. Maybe I'll meet my biological brother and sister someday, Bruce and Christine, who knows, but email is second best. I know them electronically. But if not in this world, perhaps in the World to Come.
Happy Mother's Day to my mothers, Mary and Anne. And if you know a lonely mother who has lost her kids or been forgotten by her children, go ahead and adopt her! Make her YOUR mother. I could be the blessing of her life.
my two moms.
Mother Mary G. Mother Anne P.
