On this first Mother’s Day without my Mom, I am at peace.  I am at peace, because I know she is at peace, with her Heavenly Father, and all those she loved who went before her. Both my husband and I were mothered by women who did not give birth to us.  My birth-mother, Peg, died in the mid-1970’s.  My husband’s birth-mother abandoned him when was a very little boy; a particularly cruel act, as he was severely burned in a house fire and desperately needed a mother’s care.  I told him when we married that if we should ever meet, I would spit on her shoes.  Before my mother died, I told her that when she got to Heaven I wanted her to thank Peg for giving me to her.

I feel certain that has happened.

My mother, circa 1950.