There is one thing that will always cause me to pause on Mother’s Day:

I am a mother because another mother chose me to raise her child.

That fact, plain and simple, will never be lost on me.

I will savor every day with Little MPB, because he fills my heart and soul in a way I never knew possible. But I also have to acknowledge that I will savor every day with him because I know how fortunate I am to be able to. I will always be grateful that she chose me (and Mr. MPB).

And while I will spend today with Little MPB, his birth mother will not. While we go through the monotony of daily toddler life, she will not. And, while we create and experience happy family moments, she will not. We do send emails and share photos and we hope to visit soon, but it’s just not the same. So, while I have mixed emotions around Mother’s Day due to my own family history, I cannot overlook the fact that another mother out there is without her child today (and everyday), while I snuggle and play with him day in and day out.

I cannot take away the pain or hurt that I assume she must experience. But I also cannot ignore it.

I cannot ever imagine the heartbreak that goes along with not seeing your child everyday and to only see snippets of life in photos. And, I can only assume that this heartbreak is even more prevalent on days like Mother’s Day. And so, on Mother’s Day while I am being acknowledged as a mother, I also have to acknowledge my son’s birth mom. She is the women who chose to place her child with me (and Mr. MPB). The women who made me a mother. The women who made my dreams come true.

And so today, as I spend time with my family, I will hold her in my heart and forever be thankful for allowing me to raise our son.

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