A heartfelt gracias to my three moms

10May15

This morning I met with a couple who are trying to adopt a child. It’s a rigorous application process, so they asked me to help write a “family biography” about their background, values, and hopes for their future child.

Two things struck me about the conversation: First, how carefully they’d considered their decision to adopt. A lot of biological parents weigh the responsibility of having a child, of course. But adoption requires an extra layer of sacrifice — and commitment — from both the birth mother and the adoptive parents.

The second thing that struck me was how much they had to offer. The youngster who is placed with this family will be very lucky indeed to grow up with an appreciation of music and art, and with a deep reverence for nature and for his extended family.

During my drive home I thought about my own parents.

I didn’t know I was adopted until my early teens, when my father gave me a yellowed, typewritten letter. It explained that I’d been adopted even before I was born, that I’d flown to my new home in Britain when I was only three weeks old.

Friends often ask me if I ever think of trying to track down my birth mother. And I do sometimes, if only to say two words: Thank you.

I can’t imagine the strength it must have taken for her to give me up. But I’m deeply grateful for her unselfish decision. I wish there were a way to tell her what a rich, full, wonderful life she gave me …

The letter is signed simply “Mommy and Daddy, your parents.”

“Mommy” was Dorothy, my father’s first wife. She was as intelligent and intrepid as she was kind. (She was a private pilot!) She had a natural grace, I’m told, and she made friends wherever she went.

Dorothy Pilot 1967 BLOG

I have fleeting memories of her face and her voice. But my last memories of Dorothy are from Mexico, where she died of asthma when I was five. I’ll never know exactly how Dorothy shaped me during those early years, but I do know I felt deeply loved.

One year after Dorothy’s death, my dad remarried. The wonderful woman I know as Mamá adopted me, and with her two daughters, we joined to form a blended family.

Easter BLOG

I had a difficult time adjusting at first: I now had three sisters, instead of just one. But my new Mamá — Carolina — reached out to me patiently. She talked with me as she drove me to my ballet classes. She helped me practice my long division. And over the years she showed me consistently that she loved me, in a thousand different ways.

I called her as I drove home today to offer my (utterly inadequate) thanks for all of these sacrifices — and many more. But it wasn’t until after I’d hung up that I began to think of her gifts. Perhaps the greatest of these was Spanish.

I used to get annoyed when she’d insist that I speak Spanish, or when she’d reply to my emails with grammatical and orthographical corrections. But it’s only because of her gentle tutelage that last November I was able to converse with a Venezuelan street musician and ask him to dedicate a song to Doña Caro.

Tomas de Aquino 1240173 BLOG

So … aquí te va, Mamá. Tu serenata del Día de las Madres, cortesía de Tomás de Aquino.

From the bottom of my heart, THANK YOU to the three women who sacrificed so much — and who gave me the gift of such a wonderful life.

Happy Mother’s Day.



13 Responses to “A heartfelt gracias to my three moms”

  1. Wonderful.

  2. Reblogged this on The Journal of Student and commented:
    Wonderful!

  3. 4 mollymochi

    That was so…awesome! I love the recording at the end 🙂 Happy Mother’s Day! 😀

    • 5 hmunro

      Thank you, Molly … and happy Mother’s Day to you, too!

  4. I love reading about your mums each year, it is so heart-warming and lovely. You and they are truly blessed! 🙂

    • 7 hmunro

      You are so sweet. Thank you, Rochelle — and a VERY happy Mother’s Day to you, too! xx

  5. 8 Judy Sell

    I am so lucky to read what you write!

    • 9 hmunro

      Ohmygosh, Judy. These may be the kindest words you could say to me — ever. Thank you!

  6. 10 Kiki

    Dear Heide; this ‘randomly popping-up post’ made my nearly cry. You are very much blessed to have had three wonderful and true mothers, and a quite extraordinary father too from the looks of it 😉
    Sadly, not all adoptions go so well – as I know from my own family …. and I also, with these understandings of the past 4-6 years, NOW wouldn’t even suggest to anybody to adopt children. And yet, and yet…. if they are not adopted, what future do they have? I have one sister who almost certainly only got married because she wanted to have children (in fact she separated from her then friend for the reason that he didn’t want children but did very much want to marry her and it took her 6 years to send him off) – she did NOT get pregnant. For years I implored her/them to adopt and make a good life for a poor child but she said no to all arguments. I now understand…. In your case it turned out beautifully and I’m so happy for you – also you were adopted very, very young and obviously had no ‘previous’ history. Maybe that’s the only way to do it, I don’t know.
    Anyhow, this is a very important post and filled with thanks to your parents and it’s a great privilege for me to be able to read these now. We have so much reason to be thankful, day after day…
    And maybe it was YOU who sent me those links now and not a ‘fault’ of WP which I blamed maybe needlessly…. There are so many hickups these times that I didn’t even think it could be anything else!

    • 11 Heide

      Adoption stories are as individual as people, I think. I know many other adoptees like me who grew up in loving homes with a true sense of family and belonging. But I also know a couple of others who seem to be scarred for life by the idea that someone gave them up (in one case without even knowing the circumstances). But for a lot of would-be parents who can’t have children — and for a lot of children who would otherwise languish in orphanages and foster homes — adoption is truly a gift, as it was for me.

      And I’m glad this post popped up for you too but as with the other too I’m curious where/how they showed up to alert you that they were “new.” Thank you in advance for your help in figuring out this mystery! 🙂

  7. Que suerte tuviste! Tres madres! Al carajo el dicho español de que “madre no hay mas que una” y el jocoso comentario de muchos hijos “gracias a dios!”

    • 13 Heide

      Gracias por tu lindo comentario, Paloma. Estoy de acuerdo con ese dicho español, aunque si se lo repito a mi Mamá seguro me lava la boca con jabón. 🙂 Muchas gracias por tu visita.


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