As a young woman, I never anticipated the highs and lows that motherhood would bring. From cheering at sports championships to dealing with teenage pregnancy, from heartwarming Christmas mornings to visiting federal prisons, my journey as a mom has been unexpectedly difficult and amazingly blessed. It began in 1973 when I married a man who had a five-year-old son. My first daughter, Jamie, was born in 1977, and my second daughter, Jill, was born in 1980. Then, in 1996, we were blessed with a most unexpected gift, which I will share in the story below.
If you’re going through a happy time as a mother, thank God for His blessings. If you’re going through a difficult time, thank God for His steadfastness. No matter what, He wants us to love our children, even if we can only connect with them through a small window. Today, my adult daughters are my best friends, and I am a proud “Nonni” to my grandchildren.
23 years ago, I wrote the story below and thought this Mother’s Day weekend would be a great time to release it again. I hope it gives you a small dose of encouragement as you celebrate being (or simply having) a mom.
SHE CHOSE LIFE…SHE CHOSE LOVE – May 2001
I never would have guessed that at 49 years old, my life would be filled with Tonka trucks, toy soldiers, grimy fingers, and muddy little sneakers. I hate to admit it, but five years ago, I was eagerly anticipating an empty nest. The years of raising two teenage daughters had taken a toll on me. Jamie, our oldest daughter, had graduated from high school and was still undecided about her career path. Jill was a high school sophomore, a little too intellectual for her own good, questioning everything and rationalizing every poor choice to fit her need of the moment. If only I had known. But it’s too late for that now. Let me just get on with my story.
But, before I do, I’d like to ask you young mothers a question. When you look into the face of your darling little toddler or preschool child, what do you see for their future? Do pictures of joyful high school or college years play across your mind? Do you imagine who they will marry or what grand things they will achieve?
A picture of Jill blowing out her candles on her fourth birthday is etched indelibly in my memories of her childhood. Her long curly hair falling over her shoulders, her little cheeks puffed out as she determinedly attempted to blow out all four candles at once. It was such a sweet memory. And, it was the one that popped into my mind only moments after she shared the most devastating news of her fifteen years … “Mom, I’m pregnant.”
Have you ever wondered what you would think or do at a moment like that? You’ll probably surprise yourself. I saw that picture of Jill in my head and wondered, “What would I have done differently if I’d known my little girl would be pregnant by the time she was fifteen?
She chose life
I lost many of my parental rights the day Jill became pregnant. As a pregnant teen, she had the right to choose an abortion without my consent. She had the right to move out and live on welfare. She had the right to decide what to do with her body, her child and much of her life. And, I thank God daily…SHE CHOSE LIFE!
The weeks and months that followed are now some of my fondest memories with Jill. We shopped for maternity clothes. I drove her each day to a special high school program for pregnant teens. We collected receiving blankets, diapers and every piece of Winnie the Pooh paraphernalia we spotted in malls across the county.
One night, we spent over five hours on the floor of the nursery trying to put a crib together. Jill finally insisted on reading the assembly instructions when our third attempt resulted in another failure. We laughed and inside bittersweet tears cut my heart. Why did it take this to bring us so close again?
Early on I made a decision. I would be grandmother (Nani was the name I chose) only. Jill had decided to keep her baby and the child would be her responsibility. We would provide Jill and her child a home and the necessities to live comfortably. Beyond that, I would give her the same level of support I would give a married daughter living away from home when it came to the direct care of her child. No more, no less.
Jesse Thomas arrived on the scene on September 19, 1996. All of our lives changed forever. Jill took on her new role with more determination and personal responsibility than I could ever have imagined. Baths, feedings, doctor’s visits and burping filled most of her waking hours. And, at 14 days old, Jesse attended high school for the first time. (I knew my grandchild would be a high achiever!) Okay, so it was only the daycare at the high school. I was so proud of both mother and child.
The weeks wore on and Jill wore down. I could see the grueling schedule and reality of life pulling her down. There were no uninterrupted nights of rest. There were no days of freedom, friends and fun. There were simply no free moments. The reality of motherhood hits us all no matter what age. At fifteen, the impact is dramatic. “This is it…this is my life.” I could see it in her eyes. She never said a word. Week after week, I watched Jill sink into an unspoken depression.
A look back
Jill was almost five when I remarried. My divorce a year earlier had been exceptionally hard on my older daughter, Jamie. Jill reacted more to her sister’s emotional ups and downs than the separation from seeing her dad on a regular basis.
My new husband, Lew and I decided not to have children together. The girls needed our undivided attention. As I approached my fortieth birthday, we had a moment of doubt. Did we miss an important opportunity? The good thing about vasectomies is that they don’t allow you to charge ahead emotionally without a complete and well thought out plan. A reversal is not a simple orcomfortable procedure. And so, we laughed that a baby in our future could only happen through an immaculate conception.
She chose love
Ha! I don’t consider my teenage daughter an immaculate conception. But, God does have a great sense of humor. In January of 1997, God laid an awesome and loving burden on our hearts to adopt Jesse. As I watched Jill sinking into the reality of her new life, God transformed our very souls to warmly embrace Jesse as our child. And that month, Jill made the second most important decision of her life. She chose love.
People will tell you their opinions; even when you don’t ask; even when you don’t want them. The only opinion we wanted was God’s. What did He want for Jesse? What did He want for Jill? Jesse needed security and stability. Jill needed hope and a future. We had the love and means to provide both. Our only caveat was “All or Nothing”. No guardianship would do. Adoption or nothing…no turning back.
“Mama,” as Jesse calls Jill, visits about once a week. Her role is more like a sister or aunt. He calls her “Mama” because we didn’t want him to realize at seven or eight years old that his sister is really his mother. Slowly, he’s starting to process things. He realizes that his family is a little different. The other kids at preschool call their parents “Mommy and Daddy”. He calls us Nonni and Papa. (Note: At age five, he chose “Mom and Dad” as our new names…no discussion…just a smooth and uncomplicated transition instituted by a deeply secure little boy.)
God assures us “all is well” when Jesse hops between us and grabs both Lew and I affectionately by our necks; his little cheeks pressed into ours and says, “We’re a family!” Who would know that a dirty faced little boy could bring so much joy to a menopausal, superwoman’s life? I am so thankful that my daughter chose life…I am so grateful that she also chose the sacrifice of love.
Postscript:
On February 1, 2024 we welcomed our first “great” grandchild, Betsy Lou born to our adopted son (grandson), Jesse who is now 27.
Happy Mother’s Day!
Love,
Danna
