As I have been sharing lately, my life is a little intense right now. I am in the middle of a training of sorts towards where I feel called-long term care administration.
This particular season in my life leaves little time for writing, but I have been trying to squeeze in what I can.
Thursday after work, a box greeted me.
With the busyness of my life, I had forgotten this was coming. Inside were ten copies of the Chicken Soup for the Soul edition honoring mothers. Of the 101 stories, I have the humbling privilege to have my story be one of those.
As exciting as it is to have your story be published, this particular story touches me very personally. It is a tribute I wrote to my son’s birth mother. I feel such a deep sense of gratitude towards her for the beautiful gift I have been blessed with of raising my son.
If you have a chance to purchase the book (what a great Mother’s Day idea), I hope you will take a few moments to read my heartfelt words. The book releases March 20th.
The love of a mother takes many forms and sometimes, it is the greatest sacrifice of recognizing that you cannot provide your child with the life you feel he or she deserves. For this great sacrifice, I am forever grateful to call her son, my precious son.
I spent a wonderful Mother’s Day at Cedar Point amusement park with my son. It has been a few years since I have been there.
As we walked through the park, I enjoyed the sights, sounds, and smells. We waited five minutes or less for each ride. I was so thrilled that I was able to ride the upside down rides without getting sick.
It also took me back a few years to a youth group trip to Cedar Point. Our youth leader did a devotional that day called…the roller coaster of life. I was a lot younger back then and as I reflect back to that moment, I agree…life is much like a roller coaster.
There are times of great highs and lows. We climb hills of anticipation and then things we have looked forward to are over so quickly. Sometimes, things we looked forward to aren’t as fun as we thought. Other times, we realize that things we were afraid of really aren’t so scary. We might find ourselves screaming one moment, then laughing the next. The twists and turns of life can take us upside down and right back up.
I was apprehensive about riding roller coasters, but I really wanted to have this time with my son. To my delight, my stomach didn’t get all queasy on the rides. I had been praying about this day because it was so important to me that we have this time together.
God cares about the big and little details of our lives. He wants to hear our hearts. He cares deeply about us and desires a relationship with us.
God has a plan for your life. Through the roller coaster of life, hold on tight and trust God on your journey.
We can make our plans, but the Lord determines our steps. Proverbs 16:9
Weekends are hard for me. My daily Monday-Friday routine is thrown off with soccer games, family events, and other fun things, things I enjoy, but things that throw off my eating routines. Saturday I didn’t really have time to eat a real breakfast or lunch so I survived off protein shakes and protein bars…not good on the blood sugar! By the time I went to dinner with my cousin and her family at 7:30, I felt close to passing out. I couldn’t get to the salad bar fast enough! I love Ruby Tuesday’s salad bar.
Today, Mother’s Day…I enjoyed a Mexican casserole…totally gluten free but the cheese resulted in bloating that has lasted all day long. I have become a good detective at deciphering what is ailing me, and this time, it was cheese, too much of it.
After a family game of Scrabble, I needed a walk to calm the awful bloated feeling I had. My son is adopted so as a tribute to his birth mom, we bought a balloon and he wrote her a message on the balloon. He does not remember her, but he understands she loved him but could not care for him. In a symbolic gesture, we launched the balloon towards the Philippines. (Disclaimer…yes, I know that this is not the best thing for the environment but one balloon as a tribute….please forgive me).
Back to the daily routine tomorrow and a taming of the tummy. The bone broth is in the crockpot. The sweet potatoes are cooked, and lunch is packed. Life with food intolerances is just life, slighty more complicated.