Anatomy Of A Mom
To some…..this is probably an odd family photo.
Not all of the individuals….look…..like family.
But alas, they are family.
This is a tribute to my Mom.
After her and my father got married. They yearned to start a family.
doctors told her there was a higher than likely chance that she would not be able to.
That was not a deterrence in their quest.
The love of motherhood did not have to emanate from her womb, it could blossom from adoption.
My older brother, sitting next to her in the photo, would be their first child.
Fast forward a bit more than a year later.
The higher than likely chance of not conceiving a child turned out to be a false prophesy……
I was born.
That’s me in the top left of the photo…..kind of.
Now she was Mom to 2.
A year and a half later……
2 became 3 with the birth of my younger brother. That’s him with the bewildered look in the Grey shirt that matches my Dad’s shirt.
Raising 3 boys all similar in age was challenging I am sure.
We were more than a handful.
my Mother always longed to have a daughter.
She was an only child.
She has lots of knowledge to pass on that her dirty muddy always breaking things boys just wouldn’t understand.
Fast forward 9 long years after the birth of her last child.
Her and my father turned to adoption, once again.
Through friends of friends they learned of a couple that was having a child that they could not keep.
They and there 4 other children were living in rough conditions and could not afford another child.
My parents were contacted and told them they would be there for the birth and if the child was a female they would adopt her.
Enter my youngest brother, standing next to me and above my Father.
When he was born, my Mother held him and looked into his eyes his newly opened eyes and couldn’t…..not…..adopt him.
That’s how 3 became 4.
Discouraged to be daughterless but overjoyed with her new son, life continued on………
For 1 month and 1 day.
With a single phone call, 4 would become 5.
We have family friends that live in Chihuahua, Mexico.
They knew of my Mother’s desire to have a daughter.
I’m not sure if it is still true or not, but, back then having a child out of wedlock was a big no no in Mexico.
The phone call told the story of a prominent doctor who had a daughter who gave birth to a daughter out of wedlock. She would not be allowed to keep her. They preferred to have the child grow up in America.
Before my parents could hang up the phone, they were loading up the car and driving to receive the gift she always wanted.
A daughter, standing at the far right of the photo.
A photo may be worth a thousand words.
To the 5 kids surrounding the woman in the center of this one, it only says one-