I think about how Adell could have gone trick or treating at Grandmas house or helped her smell the roses. I think about how Adell could have gone on walks with mom and picked wild flowers. I think about how Adell could have made birthday cakes and other special treats with my mom. I think about how Adell would have written her letters and painted her pictures.
I also wonder what my mom thought as she played with me, rocked me, made me smile and held my hand when I was a baby. Was she thinking the same things I do, like how amazing is this little girl, how sweet, how pure, how precious? Was she excited about even the silly little things like a giggle or the clapping of chubby little fingers? Was she anxious every time I had a cold? Was she prayerful as she held me in her arms and sang me to sleep? Was she in awe at the tiny miracle that was so peacefully sleeping?
Yes. I know she did all these things because I am doing them now with Adell.
I love my mother. I am so glad I get to be and hope to be a mother just like the one I had.