As I thought through the chain of events that led me to accomplish certain dreams, I almost missed one of the most critical pieces in it all – my mother. The fact that I exist is so foundational to everything I do (since yes, I am alive), that I simply take life for granted and never stop to think about why I actually have life.
I have life because my mother chose to be a dream maker. She sacrificed 9 months of her life to give me life. Those 9 months are probably the most important 9 months of my life, as my mother made everything possible for me by giving birth to me.
As I thought on this, I like to think that I was worth it to my mother, that it was maybe fulfilling for her to know that her sacrifice put me on the path to my dreams. I know I haven’t been a perfect person, but I certainly hope that my mother is glad for the choice she made. Somberly though, I realized that my mother had no idea who I was when she was pregnant. I was simply an unknown, someone that had no way to tell her of my potential. She couldn’t see me, hear me, or know anything about who I would be, she simply had to trust that I would be worth it.
I’m so glad my mother trusted that I would be worth it. Now that I’ve grown to adulthood, I know that it is not easy for to have children. All of us are here because of the choice of our mother, a choice that maybe there was someone special inside, someone whose dreams could come true through life. I’m certain that you, like me, recognize that our mothers did carry someone special inside.
I now view mothers as dream makers. They give life, and they fulfill dreams. I especially respect dream makers who have the courage to give a child for adoption, as that extra sacrifice and courage involved fulfills dreams of not only the child, but of the adoptive couple longing for a child. It seems that the greater the sacrifice, the greater measure of dreams fulfilled.
To me, we should celebrate those who choose to be a dream maker. I’ve seen unmarried girls experience shame and rejection in society for being pregnant, and this makes me sad. While a father and a mother is an ideal, single pregnant women should be embraced and supported as they make the sacrifice of being a dream maker.
While no one is perfect, including myself, I am grateful for everything my mother gave me – especially for a chance to continue pursuing my dreams. My mother is my dream maker, and I wanted to express my thanks to her for the dreams she allowed me to pursue. Hopefully the knowledge she has that she made my dreams possible provides fulfillment for her sacrifice in taking a chance on me and bringing me here. Simply put, thanks Mom for everything!