Happy Birthday, Mom!

Today is my mom’s birthday, so I’m going to take this opportunity to share a story from my days in elementary school that I don’t think I’ve ever told my mom. It had a tremendous impact on me and still does.

I was adopted as an infant. I don’t ever remember not knowing I was adopted. I never thought anything about it until it was brought up during a lunchtime recess in fifth grade.

Some of the kids were teasing me about being adopted and telling me my mother had to adopt me because no one else wanted me. I was in tears. My teacher, Mrs. Sloan, saw me and asked what the matter was. I told her all about it and was hoping for swift justice. I didn’t get the response I expected. She said I was crying for nothing because I was looking at it all wrong. She said I should remember that I was definitely wanted because my mom didn’t have to adopt me; she chose to. Those words gave me a whole new appreciation for my mom and so thankful she chose me.

Happy birthday, Mom!
I love you a bushel and a peck!

Mom was a pretty cute kid!