May 07 2013
It’s almost time for another Mother’s Day– my second as a mom. I think about Baby Boy’s birth parents, literally, every day, but Mother’s and Father’s Day tend to direct my thoughts to them even more. Their loss is my gain, their grief translates to my joy, and the hole in their lives has become the fullness and purpose of mine.
In my experience, I’ve encountered people who champion the concept of adoption but turn right around and look down upon single moms and judge parents who make the difficult decision to place their child for adoption. They don’t love their children less than other people, and I think that people fail to remember that sometimes. No road is an easy road. Real talk.
SO. I propose the following:
Let’s honor parents in all their forms– whether they are birth parents, biological parents, adoptive parents, single moms, single dads, parents who lost their children before they were even born, parents who have lost their children afterward, and people who have a heart for parenthood but never get to go on that journey. Furthermore, let’s champion them every day, not just designated days on the calendar.
Only we ourselves know the paths that each of us walk, so let’s give a little extra love and appreciation to go toward all of the silent struggles we don’t share with each other. After all, in a world that is full of horror, anywhere there is love, there is something to celebrate and revere.