Call it a casualty of having an overly full life, but I have no idea what happened to May. It began with a quick getaway with my Mom and the end of one of the most trying semesters of my college career, Mother’s Day brought new hope and renewed faith, and Memorial Day signaled the unofficial start of my summer life. I’ve wanted to write a post about motherhood and Mother’s Day for close to a month, and frankly, I doubt I can do my feelings justice.
Something felt different about Mother’s Day this year. Even though in recent years I’ve been fortunate to spend Mother’s Day with my Mom and Grandma(s), the very thought of Mother’s Day was enough to make me break out in hives. When I worked in retail, I had to keep my composure as customer after customer wished me a “Happy Mother’s Day!” They all meant well, but they also had no idea how those words stung. The first thing I remember wanting out of life – to be a mom – eluded me and continues to elude me, at least for now. Even though I knew that I wanted to adopt in the future, I saw no way to do so. Fortunately, I changed the circumstances of my life.
That is why this Mother’s Day felt so different. There is nothing standing in my way now. Winter semester 2016, now in the books, marked the last traditional semester of my teacher certification program, my second college career. After completing my last class at the end of this month, only student teaching and extensive testing stand between me and my first teaching position. I will finally be in a position to adopt and create a family of my own. The sense of purpose – and peace – I have in my life now shapes everything I do and my future. I know that I’ve talked about this before, but I did not expect to feel this way so soon. I haven’t even taken classes to become a foster parent yet. Above all, I needed to trust that I will make it happen. I love knowing that it is now all up to me.