It reminds me of times I was wide awake at this hour, and not because of insomnia.
When I was 18, I was a naive young mom to a new baby, awake and nursing my new son. Having my firstborn changed me from a teen into a mom. Now he's a great person, the image of his long deceased father, and he fills my heart with joy. He's talented, charismatic, and Called.
When I was 28, I was awake with my middle son - trying to study for nursing school the only time I could. This kid would. Not. Sleep! He'd peek his head around the corner, grinning. He's still smiling - he is an extremely positive child. He lifts me up every time I see or talk to him!
When I was 35, I was a single mom. I was awake doing what turned into seven years of night shifts. Yet every time my tired self hit the bed, I'd wake up to my precious blonde daughter, sprawled across me. She's a firecracker, a go getter, and the world better watch out because she's gonna make an impact! She keeps me real!
Nine and a half years ago I met the two kids who would be enveloped into my army of children. They have expanded my heart as well as my home. They have challenged and humbled me.
Three years ago I was awake wondering why I had to I give a child back to God. Those weeks of anticipation were exciting and miraculous. That pregnancy made me more compassionate...and infinitely more tender.
Last year I reconnected stronger than ever with my brother's son, re-enfolding him into my brood, years after carting him around as one of my own. He's my son, too.
My kids lives are expanding with two spouses I love, as well as a grand baby from my brother's son.
My life is full.
At one a.m. on this Mother's Day in this quiet, empty house, my heart is full, too.
I am blessed among women, indeed.
LS
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