This is our family (currently):
Actually to date we have had 28 kiddos live in our home, but for now this is the crew. Two are biologically ours. Two have lived here longer then Titus, our oldest biological kid. Two have lived with us more then five years. The other three have yet to make it to their first year anniversary in our home. Some have Mom's they know. Most wouldn't know their biological mom if she walked up to them at Walmart and shook their hand. For these there have been other moms before me.
So this is how it feels on Mother's Day at our house (some years more then others):
You see Mother's Day is a mixed bag of tricks. If you are a step-mom, foster mom, adoptive mom, or raising someone else's child you may be able to relate. Some years I have literally cried most of the day as one child after another looks for ways to make the day horrible (yelling and screaming while I try to nap, throwing a fit and acting like we never let them out of their cages when we go out to lunch, destroying something of importance, reminding me numerous times I am not their "real" mom, accidentally dropping the flowers we are planting that they bought and then stepping on them accidentally, the list could go on). Other years everything seems to go well until the end of a meal, a trip out, or bedtime. When they unload all the anger of the day on....... MOM.
Many people think that our kids are full of gratitude, thankfulness, and joy over being blessed to live in our home. Ummmmmm..... not so much. Although some come to accept and appreciate life at Shiloh, and even to connect and bond with us as parents. I'm not sure any would voluntarily sign up for the gig, including our own. It is hard, especially for those long term kids that deal with the loss of the ones who come and go. Not to mention God created the family, and when it is broken no matter at what stage it has a negative impact. Many are filled with anger, bitterness, and sadness. Anger for having to be here. Anger about me doing what their mom should be (often this is when they like something I have done, and later sabotage it out of guilt and anger). Anger over the fact that their mom wasn't what she was suppose to be. Bitterness over years missed, and the ever present idea that something else was more important then they were. Of course lots of sadness for the loss of that precious relationship between mother and child. I am ever reminded that God created the mother child bond, and it is AMAZINGLY strong and needed in life.
Often I set myself up. Thinking that somehow this Mother's Day will be like the ones on the Sears commercial or Hallmark movie. Then all to quickly it turns south heading straight for the hot and miserable equator. I myself struggle with how to love kids that resist. How to not have favorites or give prejudice to some. There is the reality that the kids that have lived here longer mean more because there is a bond of trust and love that has developed over time. There is the struggle with the ungratefulness after the sacrifices we have made for them. You can begin to see how the day can turn into a big ol' pile of junk FAST.
So this Mother's Day I am finally going to accept it will probably not be a day of love and kindness (although there are ones who do say thanks, give hugs and gifts, and try to be good all day). It will be a day filled with many emotions from all. However, it is a day to remember why I do what I do, and that my sacrifice is nothing compared to Christ's. It is a day to deal with the feelings of hurt and abandonment the kids carry and to talk about a Father who will never leave or forsake them.
So this Mother's Day if you say Happy Mother's Day to one of the moms listed above and they give you the look. The, "Yeah, ... sure it's 'happy,'" look. Give them a hug (or not) and a prayer. If you have been blessed to have a great mom, and be a great mom to great kids. Thank God and help others. I also thank God, because I never want to forget the mom's who want to be or those with empty arms each year either.
This song hit me today. It makes me (the never really cries girl) tear up every time. This is what I want. More then a nap, flowers, lunch out, gifts, or a card.
I pray that I leave a legacy of love that leads to Jesus for my kids.
Blessings,
Dennae






















