Meditations on Mother's Day

I heard from all of my biological children on Mother's Day. And I heard from some of my other children, too.



I heard from my favorite first-born daughter. She is jetting off to New York City today to do some consulting work. And she found time to write a blog that brought tears to my eyes. She is a terrific and dedicated writer. She is a deep thinker. She loves, laughs and learns. She is building a good life and building community wherever she finds herself.


I saw and visited with my favorite first-born son and his wife. They are expecting their first child. My son worries about bringing a child into this world. I am so happy that they are having this child; they are a couple who should. They are both caring, compassionate people with a commitment to building a better world. And a quirky sense of fun.



I heard from my favorite youngest son. He called later in the day. He had sent me a Mother's Day gift that reflected our shared passion for Shakespeare. He is a deep thinker, a man of great integrity. He is kind to his friends and all those he meets. I long for him to be kinder to himself.


I heard from my favorite youngest daughter. She was the first of my bio- kids to call. I can't wait to go to Chicago to see her perform as part of Scuttlebuggs. She is bright and talented and funny and caring.


The first of my kids that I heard from, though, was not one of my biological kids. One of my "alterna-daughters" sent me a Mother's Day card that arrived on Saturday. And her posting to me was the first Mother's Day greeting I received.


And I heard from two of my former students at My University. And another alterna-kid, who has adopted me as alterna-mom, a friend of my son.


I am truly blessed.