It was a day when God chose a mother for me. He knew my life would be full of challenges, and looked for a mother who could see past my limitations and see my heart.
It was a day when I came into this world, full of the promise of my new life.
It was a day when my Mother knew that our lives would be forever intertwined, because my needs were so great.
It was a day, when through sleepless nights, she continued to love me, and determined how to care for me.
It was a day when we read of a man, who had no audible voice, and learned how he communicated.
It was a day full of hope when we discovered that same voice for me.
It was many days since my voice came to be heard, with many challenges in our way.
But for today, this day, I honor my Mom for all the ways she loves me and carries the heaviness of my life in her heart, and thinks of my needs before her own… seeing the best in me… believing in me when most others haven’t… giving my life the necessary time so I can be all that God created me to be. That is my Mom and her gift to me. I honor her and love her.