I know it sounds like the start of a bad joke.  But in honor of the 5 year anniversary of receiving Noah’s referral–I thought a Noah story was called for.

We had a whirlwind Mother’s day weekend.  It has to be a weekend when you have divorced parents.  I talked briefly with Noah and  Zoë about their Ethiopian mothers and we talked about the rose bushes that we planted two years ago as a way to honor them with new life every spring.  But we hadn’t really talked about them on Mother’s day itself.

So finally, last night after dinner I was sitting with Noah, my mom (whose birthday also happened to fall on Mother’s day this year) and brother and I asked Noah

“Who else do we have to remember to think about, celebrate and remember on Mother’s day”

“Santa Clause” he says after a moment of thinking.

“No” I said through a bit of a chuckle

“ummm…JESUS” he yells triumphantly

“No” At this point, I can barely not laugh–I’m exhausted and we don’t even go to church and I don’t know exactly how he made the connection there.

I prod him a little, “A special lady in…”

“My Ethiopian mom” he says with a small smile.

We talked a little about her but I wait for him to ask questions–I don’t want to overwhelm him with concepts he isn’t ready for.  Can’t believe the time has gone so fast.  I love you Noah and am so lucky to get to be your mom.

Thank you M.A. and Zoë’s birthmom, for your sacrifice, courage and selflesness.  Without you, I wouldn’t be blessed with these amazing children.  I see you in them and know how amazing both of you are.  I hope we do you proud.