This past Sunday was my first Mother’s Day. Last year at this time, I was just asking advice and beginning the certification process to become a foster mom. What a difference a year makes!
Baby Incredible has been with me for a little over six months now. In that time, he has grown a lot, and so have I. I love him so much and constantly want to kiss him and make him smile and laugh. He is such a wonderful blessing.
Anyhow, the day before Mother’s Day, Baby Incredible had an unmonitored visit with his birth mom. As I’ve alluded to in the past, Baby Incredible’s birth mom has not been the easiest person to work with. She has a lot of ups and downs and has often tried to exert her power when she feels like she is too out of control of the situation. Our journey has been tumultuous. Despite this, I knew I wanted to make her feel special on Mother’s Day. Baby Incredible is her son, and if he is important to me, she is, too. I gave her a heart shaped coin purse with Baby Incredible’s picture on it and a twelve by twelve framed enlargement of one of my favorite photos of him. I attached a simple card to the front that said, “Happy Mother’s Day. I love you. Love, Baby Incredible.”
When I arrived to pick Baby Incredible up from his unmonitored visit with birth mom, she presented me with a card and gift. She wished me a Happy Mother’s Day, and we shared a hug, a first for us.
Later, I read the card…it was the best first Mother’s Day present I could have received. In it, she genuinely thanked me for taking care of Baby Incredible and for helping her to grow up a little as well. She wrote that she could never express the gratitude she has for all I have done. She went on to say that although she told me once before that she wasn’t in this to make friends, she wanted to keep in touch with me “after this was all over” because I have played such a major role in Baby Incredible’s life, and she knows that he loves me a lot. And at the end, she remarked that I had been such a gracious woman.
Wow. God is working. What an amazing miracle that she wants to stay in touch. This gives me hope that I will get to see him grow up a little, that I may get to visit him. That is never a given when you are a foster mom. God is working.