With Mother’s Day approaching I have been thinking about being a mom more than the usual. Beyond my caretaking responsibilities, domestic duties, and chores, I’ve thought about how privileged I am to be a mom. Perhaps, because it came later for me, it has been that much sweeter and richer.

Aubry asked me last night, “Mama, what is the biggest miracle you’ve ever had?”

I said, “It’s each of you – my children.”

Of course I got a big smile and a break-me–into-two-pieces hug from her.

But I meant what I said to her. My children are miracles. And when I think back to how they all came into being and became part of me and my life, I am humbled to my very core.

Being a mom was something I always wanted. I could taste it. I wanted four to five children. I pictured them as a kaleidoscope of little people, a mixed assortment. I’m lucky to have met, fallen in love with, and married a man who shares my vision.

As important as it was I was not prepared for the visceral emotions that would and continue to flow though me when I became a mom. In less than an instant I understood my mom’s love for me. The revelation was stunning.

I gave birth to a compassionate child who was eager and involved in the adoptions of his siblings. By modeling each child was welcomed their siblings into the family. Yes, siblings – of heart and mind.

I’ve never heard “send her back” or “why did you have to have him?” Instead, what I have is a family. The one of my dreams.