On Mother's Day that May, I wore the title of "mother" officially for my first time and although I had only reigned as a mother/nana for four short months...I knew it would always be my favorite title I would wear or hold.
Now it's Mother's Day 2014. I am serving as a mother in a category that I never imagined would be so hard...mother of a child who has preceded me in death. Of course, I will always, always be Lynda's mother but this year there is an aching on Mother's Day that is unexplainable to anyone who has not been unwillingly thrust into this special category. I am the mother to Lynda, to Kevin, and to Kristopher. I am blessed to be the step-mother of Kelly and Kristen. I have wonderful daughters-in-law---Nicole, Brenda and soon to be Amanda and a super son-in-law, Kent.
God has blessed me to be a grandmother to Meghan, Mason, Kaden, Graysen, Morgan, Karson and soon to be added Malakai. My children and grandchildren are scattered across the country and one...the very first one----the one who started this whole journey of motherhood for me, is in heaven.
I am blessed to still have my own mother who celebrated her 91st birthday this year. Life is good.
This year I look at the pictures of my very first Mother's Day. As we are walking down the street, Lynda looks angelic dressed in white from head to toe. What you can't see is the tiny white pieces of cotton stuffing she is gently pulling from her diaper as we walk along. Motherhood for me was not going to be ordinary. I was twenty-two. How could I even begin to know what an adventure God had allowed me to embark upon with Him as I joined the ranks of motherhood holding tightly to Lynda's hand.
I miss that little girl. How I wish I could walk back into these pictures for just a little while.
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