Two years ago today, on Mother’s Day 2014, I gave birth to my precious son Franco. He is shy but extremely active and energetic, headed for greatness as a future sprinter. He only sits still if he’s sick or watching the choir at church or reading a book. His current favorites are: The Little Red Caboose, The Little Engine that Could, and Freight Train. Do you sense a theme here? He is conniving but thoughtful. I prayed to God to bless me with a kind, sensitive child which he is. If he thinks you are sad, he puts his arms around you and says, “Hug.” He enjoys chicken strips, french fries and ice-cream just like his mama.
Three years ago around this same time, I miscarried. I mention this, not to detract from Franco’s birthday celebration, but to honor all mothers out there–those who have carried to full-term or not, those who have loved and lost, and those who have adopted or fostered. I understand deeply the struggle and perseverance.