Yeah, I busted out that old picture again. I can’t help it- it’s the first picture of me as a mother. I’m still wearing the name tag we had to wear when we visited the orphanage.
Mother’s day is complicated for me, both as a mother and a daughter. I think that these sorts of holidays are rarely simple, but the complexity is magnified when adoption comes into the picture.
I have the mother who raised me, the mother who gave birth to me, the grandmother who inspired me and the many women who have mentored and cared for me over the years. So it’s a day for me to contemplate the ways they’ve affected my life, the losses and the blessings. It’s also a day for me to consider the ways that I’ve learned to mother myself as an adult.
Mother’s day is an opportunity to honor the women who cared for my son before I could- the mother who gave birth to him, the various women who nurtured him at the orphanage in Addis Ababa. My gratitude to them is immeasurable.
I feel very lucky that my story gives me a chance to see that there are many ways to mother.
Much love to all the mommas out there who inspire and support me every day.