![]() You waited in that cold hospital waiting room for hours upon hours for your first grandchild to be born and, two years later, drove four hours in record time when you got the text in the middle of the night that your second grandchild was coming - and fast. ![]() You picked out my prom dresses with me, welcomed my boyfriend (now husband) into our home with open arms, planned my entire wedding, and helped me get dressed on my wedding day. You taught me to write thank-you notes and how to cook, chauffeured me to and from every activity I decided I wanted to do, and dealt with those bratty, dramatic teenage years for which I’m sure I’ll receive epic payback in the years to come. You taught me to tie my shoes, painstakingly tried to help me with my math homework at the kitchen table, listened to me sing “This Is the Song That Never Ends” at the tops of my lungs as you pushed me in the cart around the grocery store (I’m still sorry for that one), and took me to church every Sunday. You jumped from singleness to wifehood and motherhood I can’t imagine navigating both at once. You never got that alone time with your husband like most newlyweds get with theirs. A lot of people get the marriage first and then the kid(s), but you got a two-for-one deal. And not just any child - a child who wasn’t wanted by her birth mother, a child who was desperate for and needed a mother.Īs a wife and a mother now myself, I see how difficult it must have been for you, a newlywed in her early 20s. You took on a role that many women couldn’t and wouldn’t: raising another woman’s child. You may not have known me as an infant, but you loved me like I was your own.
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