Remembering the other mother on Mother's Day: I'm not sure if they celebrate Mother's Day in China. But there is a mother somewhere in Hunan province I will be honoring this week as we approach the second Sunday in May. Actually, the woman my family calls "China Mommy" is someone I think about virtually every day, not just on the designated date each year that marketers want us to send flowers and cards with standardized sentiments. It's impossible not to wonder about her each time I dress my daughter, or brush her silky, straight black hair, or listen to her enthusiastic belly laugh. I wonder if she looks like her birth mother and if I'm seeing China Mommy's face when I gaze at my daughter's.
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Oh I think about "the other mother" quite alot too. My daughter is 12 years old. When she was little she called her the "uterus Mom". We've talked about her alot over the years. I don't really know what my daughter's feelings are about it all. She's a bit inscrutable.
I do wonder how much this other mother thinks about her baby girl.
Has she compartmentalized it and carried on? Does she wonder about this girl? I wish so much that she could know what happened to her. That any of the bad things she might fear never happened. I hope she doesn't have nightmares. I hope she doesn't have an ache in her heart all the time.
I always give my daughter a present for mother's day since I wouldn't be a mother without her and I have no way to show my appreciation to the "other one".
I pray for peace of mind and comfort for her. I hope that some how she has felt the thousand times I have whispered "Thank God for you, oh thank God for you".
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