Mother love is the fuel that enables a normal human being to do the impossible. ~Marion C. Garretty, quoted in A Little Spoonful of Chicken Soup for the Mother’s Soul
Sometimes you don’t get to choose the challenges Life tosses your way. Sometimes you’ve just gotta wing it, hoping and praying you can make the best of what some would consider a “bad” situation.
When I got married, I never expected to one day get divorced.
First off, Catholics marry for life; second, I knew the guy I married was a good man, the kind who wouldn’t stray or beat me.
What I didn’t count on was a succession of difficulties the two of us couldn’t handle. Things that would rock the most solid of marriages.
Domer was a wee lad when we separated and, because we’d chosen to live across the country from each other, Domerdad really wasn’t around.
I became “Mom” and “Dad” to Domer.
The “Mom” things — loving him, playing sports with him, reading to him, kissing his boo-boos, feeding him, cleaning after him, teaching him to drive, disciplining him — came naturally.
The “Dad” things — showing him how to be a man — were a little harder.
And over the years, I’ve occasionally wondered whether I did Domer a disservice by bailing on Domerdad instead of hunkering down for Domer’s sake.
Not any more though.
Recently, I mentioned my worry to Domer on the phone, and do you know what this darling young man said?
“Mama, you’ve done a good job being both Mom and Dad to me!”
Brought tears of joy to my eyes.
Even better? He showed up — unexpectedly — for Mom’s Day weekend!
Happy Mother’s Day, everyone — if your mom’s alive, give her a hug of appreciation; if not, say a prayer of thanksgiving for the life she gave you!