While I am thankful for my mom and all that she has done raising me, and Beautiful and what a great mother she is to our two boys, today I want to talk about another mother in our family. I was working in the Sunday school room this morning making sure the the kids were OK and that the right kids went with the right parents. As we collected the pagers and matched the stickers of the parent with the stickers of the kids we handed out flowers to the mother’s and wished them a happy Mother’s Day. Fortunately the crowd in the Sunday School room is a self selecting crowd, but in the service there are times when honoring mothers on Mother’s Day is one of the hardest days of the year for a few women.
My brother and his wife, whom Primo called Nena as he was just learning to talk, have had a hard time trying to have kids. A burst appendix when she was a teenager led to a lot of internal damage for Nena. They have been married for nine years now and have been trying to have kids with no luck for that last six years. It has been hard to watch them go through this process, and even harder to call my brother and tell him we were pregnant each time. He has always been happy for us but there was pain in the congratulations that broke my heart. Well meaning pastors would have all the moms stand up to be recognized and I would mourn for Nena who was seated and wanting more then anything to be one of those women standing up and politely waving to the applause.
This past August my brother and his wife got a call from the adoption agency they had been working with, taking classes and passing inspections to be parents. There was a woman in labor and she had picked them out of the match book. Could they make the trip from Phoenix to Tucson to meet their new son. I got a call that day from my brother and I cried with him a bit. The excitement, the journey, and the nervousness all morphed into tears as we waited to hear the news. They were there when Tobias was born, they got a room at the hospital where he slept the first night and they shared their story with the birth mom while listening to hers. A couple days later they made the drive back up Interstate 10 with their new son.
Happy Mother’s day Nena. Today you get the flower, you get to stand and smile as the people clap. Today you get the breakfast in bed and the first of many cards. I am so happy for you today and I hope you have a wonderful day.