Mother’s Day

Mother’s Day is coming and I my mind always goes to the two women that made us mothers, M and H. We send them flowers and try to honor their gift to us, but we will never come close. There aren’t enough flowers on earth to honor the gift of one’s very heart. They made us moms by trusting us with these hearts, but they did not give us their motherhood. It is theirs every day, as are these babies that we now all share. And our kids have four mothers as a result, because when we made this exchange and accepted these gifts, we stretched the boundaries of love and the meaning of family. Conventional wisdom would have us believe that love is stingy and that children cannot be shared, but my family knows that conventional wisdom is often small-minded and wrong. Love doesn’t want to be bound by silly old ideas grounded in scarcity. Love wants to soak out and form these unimaginably big, amorphous families. When we submit to the will of that soaking love, our world gets bigger and more kind. I treasure the time with my kids and their birth parents, the origin of the freckles I adore on my son and the wit and poetry that slays me from my daughter. I invite you to make love bigger than you think you can, you will be amazed by the results.