My world is made up of many things. Good things, bad things, big things and small things. But nothing holds more value than my seven wonders that call me mom. Each one unique and different but yet still the same.
It is only fitting we start with the one that started it all, almost 22 years ago. I was a young 18 year old scared out of my mind. How in the world was I going to be a good mom to this precious girl when I was but a kid myself? But the moment she was placed in my arms I knew my goal in life was to make sure her life was the best it could be. Her early years were filled with laughter and joy, trips to grandpa’s, and movie nights with grandma. She has always been “an old soul” and she has a beautiful heart for helping others. She is my gift from heaven. She made me want to be a better person, she continues to make me a better person. Her school years were made up of cheer leading, piano, dance, taekwondo (she is now a 4th degree black belt) , honors classes, color guard, and winter guard. She is a fighter for what she believes in and a friend that will stand by your side when everyone else has walked away. She tries to find the good in the darkest of places, but if you hurt her or someone she loves watch out. It seems little only yesterday I was bringing her home from the hospital, how can it be she is about to graduate college in just a few short weeks? The first in our family to achieve this accomplishment. True to her overachiever fashion she is graduating with a double major in Political Science and English with minors in Religion and History. Proud momma is an understatement.
Next comes my boy, 18 and full of life. His sister wanted a puppy but got a baby brother instead. His first year was touch and go. Filled with hospital stays and surgeries (almost nine full months we spent in the hospital his first year) We lost him more than once that year but by God’s grace and the doctors He provided my boy, my miracle made it back to us. I am blessed to be his momma. His school years were challenging to say the least but we made it through. He played T-ball when he was little but taekwondo quickly became his life( he is now a 3rd degree black belt, not quite old enough to test for his 4th degree). He became a gifted saxophone player in high school and marching band, concert band and jazz band filled our weekends and evenings. He can make me laugh harder than anyone else with his silly jokes and corny puns. He will always be my baby. He is the perfect gentleman, opening up doors, pulling out chairs, and quick to give a complement. He goes above and beyond not to do the things his father done, he strives to be more like his step dad. I know he is nothing like the man who helped create him. He is good and loving and kind, wish I could take the fear away. He wears his heart on his sleeve and is slow to anger. He protects/ guards his siblings with everything he has. He worries about others and is the best big brother anyone could ask for. He works hard at his job and goes to college, while still trying to figure out what path he wants to take. He knows me better than I know myself and can make my darkest day bright with a phone call or text. Love being his momma.
I have worried about them for more than I should. There were a few dark years where I was not sure if I was doing what was best for them. Part of me feels guilty that their father and I divorced but the logical side of me knows if I would have stayed I would be died and they would be on their own. I hope they can forgive me for the tough choices that had to be made back then. I think they have turned out pretty perfect given the darkest we escaped.
Next we come to diva, six and sassy and everything in between. Her past is clouded with darkness but she shines so bright. At sixteen months she made her way to us, in a t-shirt three times to big and jeans that could not button for they were two sizes to small. She did not talk, she did not walk, but she did warm our hearts. With her situation comes baggage that did not surface until two years ago, long after we fell in love with her. She was RAD or Reactive attachment disorder, ADD/ADHD and FASD or Fetal Alcohol Spectrum Disorder. None of which are her fault, that lies with her birth mom’s poor life choices. When she is good things are beautiful and bright, but more days than not we struggle to figure out what is making her so angry. Her imaginary world where her life is perfect with her birth mom crosses over to our world some days making reasoning with her impossible, but we love her anyway. I wish I could go back and change the things that happened to her. I wish she could see what I see in her. Her behavior may not always be great but she is gifted with knowledge. She is so smart. Spelling and reading come easy to her and she can do math in her sleep. She is so eager to learn and try new things, and she loves going to church and singing God’s praise. I am thankful to be her momma.
Wild man, my spunky five year old. Oh how my world changed when he come into my life. At two months and four and a half pounds, he redirected my path the moment he was placed in my arms. It is because of my love for him diva came to live with us, siblings (in their case half siblings) the department tries to keep together. He, like my oldest son, spent much of his first year in and out of hospitals. Surgeries and sickness consumed his early days. He too is a fighter. Innocent victim of a drug addicted mom that wanted nothing to do with him. He survived the drugs in his system and being shaken then thrown across the room. He is destined to do great and mighty things. He has proven doctors wrong time after time. When they said he would not walk or talk he showed them he could and would. He was diagnosed with autism at 3 but that has not stopped him. Autism does not defy who he is. He makes me see the beauty in everything. Through his eyes the world is such a kinder nicer place. He does not judge others and does not notice when others judge him. His laugh is contagious and he can melt my heart with his smile. God knew what He was doing when He had the caseworker call me. I am blessed to be his momma.
Wonder number five we find Big Al. Its funny how after we decided we were finished being foster parents God puts His plan in motion. At two days old he was in my arms. He has the biggest smile and the most gorgeous brown eyes I have ever seen. His hair is as wild as he is. He is one of few words but his facial expressions do his talking for him. He loves to set with me in the mornings and share a cup of coffee. He is beautiful both inside and out. He is the peace maker in the family. If someone needs a playmate he is the one to drop whatever he is doing and go play so that the other child is not upset. He has a calmness about him that is unique and welcomed on days of complete chaos. I am grateful for my grandfathers advice the night the call came in about the “little boy who needed a temporary home” Rest In Peace grandfather and know I still hear your voice of reason. He makes my days more enjoyable by just being here. I can’t imagine my life without him in it. I miss him running around during the days now that he is in preschool. Its so quiet here now. I am honored to be his momma.
Our Elmo is wonder number six. Just thinking about him brings a smile to my face. Three and a half and full of energy. He is definitely our class clown. He can make you laugh like no other. His silly faces and sweet little voice warm my heart daily. He too had a rough start but has overcome those sicknesses and is growing leaps and bounds. His eyes are are blue as the ocean and his heart is even bigger. He is not afraid to tell you he is “momma’s baby” and he proudly wears that imaginary badge. He brings much needed laughter to our home. He is the cuddlier on rainy days and the “come lay with me till I fall asleep” at night boy. He loves to learn the names of things and is always carrying a book around and asking “Whats this things name?” His imagination has dinosaurs running in our yard most days and with race cars chasing them away. Oh what an exciting world he gives us to live in. It is my joy to be his momma.
Last but certainly not least is our wonder number seven, our precious unexpected peanut. In the mist of our already crazy lives God saw fit to bless us one more time, this time a sister to our three little blonde cuties. She was so tiny but healthier than the rest (Praise God) She is the one we did not know we needed until she was placed in our arms. In her I get to redo all the joys that make up being a mom. I get to be mom one last time. The late night feedings and the early morning wake ups don’t bother me like they did 20 plus years ago, for I know when I blink she will be off and going to college. I was not as hurried for her to walk or talk as I was with the others, though she did both early. In her short 18 months she has changed our lives more than she will ever know. I am so thankful for the caseworker that took the time to locate her half brothers and sister, it would have been so easy to just place her somewhere else. But now, even though they are not with their birth mom they are together and with me. Her sweet dimples when she smiles take over her little face. Her hair so thin but we manage to get those big bows in. For now she is a girly girly but I know in time she will be out in the mud and riding bikes with the rest of our pack. I am thankful God gave me one more chance to get this mothering thing down right. I am overjoyed to be her momma.
These seven wonders have made me the mother/person I am today. I can only hope that I have given them the love and guidance they need for this world. I know we do not always see eye to eye on things but I hope they understand that I only say and do what I do because I love them so much. My two oldest laid the foundation for the type of mom I wanted to be, with the five youngest I get to do the things I wish I had done with them. I am older and wiser and my choices are much easier these days than back then. I am happier now than I have ever been, which is completely crazy seeing I get every little sleep. I treasure both the memories made and those to come. I would love to see the Seven Wonders of the World someday, but until then my seven wonders are all I need.
From our beautiful chaos to ours make today better than yesterday and the foundation for a greater tomorrow.
much love my friends