THE GIFT OF 4 WOMEN...

All I ever wanted was to help them become who their supposed to be.  That is my mission, my charge, my blessing.  God picked me to be their mother.  For whatever reasons they found me and latched on.  They have saved my life over these 10 years.  They have given me a purpose like that of Mary.  It is awesome and grand and breath-taking.

Each one came with their own story.  Their own tale of woe and struggle and yet here they stand thriving and blossoming and happy.  They make me happier than I have ever been in my entire life.  These four patch-work orphans who are orphans no more.  I wonder what do they remember from before.  I wonder if they ever wonder about the time before this time.

I think of the women who bore them and left them, released them, walked away, had them taken away for their own good.  Imagine the kind of pain that pushes you to let go of your children.  I am not judging them.  I remain forever grateful for they have given me a gift that only God fully understands.  I am not better than them.  Yes they have their stories of abuse, drugs, addiction.  I am not better than them, nor will I ever be.  I remain in awe of their pain and struggle.  I know something about pain, struggle and redemption.

I pray that they believe their children are well.  I pray they know that God has not forsaken them.  I pray a mother's prayer of connection, reverence and peace.

I am a mother.  I am a mother because 4 other women made it so.  Four gifts from four different, unrelated women who have me in common and they will never know that.  Our path have crossed as I stood at the gates of heaven and received their blessed gifts.  There is nothing more divine or sacred....

...The gift of 4 women.