Yesterday afternoon I was busy working in the kitchen. Vern was folding clothes nearby, which is his chore each week. He turned toward me and said, “Mom, I so cited for tomorrow!”
My mind whirled around, trying to think what ‘tomorrow’ was going to bring and then questioned him, “Why Vern? What are you so excited about?”
His face broke into a huge grin as he exclaimed, “Me here for Mom’s birthday.”
My eyes welled with tears and still do as I type that. Sweet, precious son. Nearly fourteen years you’ve waited for it to be your turn. You have a mom!! You have a real-in-the-flesh-mom after all these years! A mom who couldn’t wait to get you home! A mom who rubs your sore feet. Who applies oils to help your broken skin heal. A mom who makes sure you have your needs met. A mom who prays with you and for you. A mom who cheers you on to achieve new goals.
Not a fancy mom.
Not a special mom.
Not a perfect mom.
Just a mom.
And not only is he thankful for his daddy and I, he couldn’t wait to celebrate my birthday, can you imagine?
Oh how many Vernon’s long for a mama and daddy? To celebrate the days with? To sleep at night knowing that no matter what someone has their back? To know that he has a family. A family name. Brothers and sisters who lend support when needed.
This broken-bodied 14 year old son of ours is amazing! Completely and utterly amazing.
And I have a sneaking suspicion that our Vern represents millions of older orphans. Just longing for someone to love them.
This morning Dw left to teach at GCU and as the kids straggled out one by one I was ordered back to bed. Liberty even said, “Go watch a Hallmark movie, mom, and write a blogpost!!!’ They know that writing is my therapy.
Seriously I jumped at the chance, who wouldn’t? Lounging in bed, writing and watching a favorite Hallmark movie!!
While I kicked back, the kids made me an ever-so-yummy breakfast! (They are so good in the kitchen!!) As they were making it, I heard the clanging and banging of Vern’s walker coming ever so slowly toward our bedroom door.
I had plenty of time to get my cell phone ready. When he arrived, this is his precious face:
As he entered the room he grinned and bubbled out, “Happy Birthday Mom!!
This son. What a joy!
A little later my pile arrived singing:
Gluten-free Pumpkin pancakes, bacon, an egg and berries. Coffee on the side.
I cannot ever thank the Lord enough for my sweet pile of 14 and I couldn’t imagine my life without each one. They each add such delight to my own life.
Of course, over the years, there have been struggles. Life throwing us curve balls we hadn’t anticipated, but oh me, I wouldn’t trade the last 58 years for any other way of living.
No doubt, the Lord has blessed me far more than I’ve ever deserved.
Now back to that Hallmark movie!!