A Special Day

Mother's Day is a very special day for most all of us. It is a day that we celebrate the love and the sacrifice that our mother's have made for us. For me, I have the priviledge of having three such moms....three you might ask... yes three! First is my mom - the woman that raised me. Lynn Grant - she is a wonderful, amazing, talented woman. She has taught me so much about life, about kindness and forgiveness, and about love. She has passed on to me her love for quilting and her love for teaching. I am so greatful for my mom.

Recently as most of you know, I was married, and with Joel came a new mom to me, Eleanor Snyder. She is a dear woman, who is always willing to go the extra mile to help do anything that is needed to be done... she has even offered to do my laundry on my bad days. You will not meet a person in our little community of Richfield that does not adore Eleanor. She is a joy to have as a mother in law!

Lastly is a mom that I don't talk about too much, yet she holds a very special place in my heart. She is my birthmother. I can't even begin to imagine what it must have been like for her to find herself pregnant at the age of 16. It was obviously not what she planned, however, she made a very big decision to chose life, and for that I am so greatful! I have no idea who this woman is other than she was short and had blonde hair and brown eyes. She was Swedish and Irish (to which I celebrated, when I found that out, because deep down inside I always wanted to be Swedish!) But one thing I do know is that I love her, I pray for her and hope that one day I may meet her or at least see a picture. She gave me life - what a gift.

My mom (Lynn) also chose me... then loved me, cared for me, held me when I was crying, too me to the hospital when I needed stitches, taught me how to sew, took me to camp, the list could go on...but as you see all three of my moms have a special role and place in my life.

Here is a poem that I was given when I was younger, it puts into perspective my thoughts and feelings about my moms. Thanks for listening to my mother's day epilog!

Legacy of the Adopted Child

Once there were two women who never knew each other.

One you do not remember, the other you call Mother.
Two different lives shaped to make you one.

One became your guiding star, the other became your sun.
The first one gave you life, and the second taught you to live it.

The first gave you a need for love. The second was there to give it.
One gave you a nationality. The other gave you a name.

One gave you a talent. The other gave you aim.
One gave you emotions. The other calmed your fears.

One saw your first sweet smile. The other dried your tears.
One sought for you a home that she could not provide.

The other prayed for a child and her hope was not denied.
And now you ask me, through your tears,

the age-old question unanswered through the years.

Heredity or environment, which are you a product of?

Neither, my darling. Neither. Just two different kinds of Love.
© Author Unknown