This is by far my favorite picture of my miracle boys. We were on our way home from somewhere way south, and they were getting cranky and were ready to be home. They did NOT want to go stand in a field of sunflowers for their mother to take a picture. But they obeyed. They even posed nicely for me. “Can we at least shade our eyes?”
Happy Mother's Day to all the mothers out there. And to those of you desperately wanting/trying to be mothers, I cry for you this morning. My road to motherhood was a long and windy one with three lost angels along the way. I didn't think I'd ever be a mom, and mother's day was the hardest day of the year for me.
Yet here are these beautiful gifts from God, The Transporter born almost dead (9 pounds 10.5 ounces, I'm 5'3”) and in NICU for 5 days. Our Youngest Teen (OYT) a preemie, but still a healthy 7 pounds 10 ounces, after a high-risk pregnancy which I spent on the couch, verbally chasing my toddler around the house...
They give my life purpose, and joy, yet frustration and hurt. It's the old "without the rain, we can't enjoy the sun" - an adventure I'm blessed to be a part of.
The best advice I ever got is, “The days will seem long, but the years are so very short.” It got me through the bodily fluid years, and now it makes me cry when I consider how soon my house will be empty.
Savor the moments.
P.S It was taken in 2006, so The Tranporter is 9 and OYT 6 1/2.