Friday, June 10, 2011

Blanket for a Son

He turned 4 this past weekend.

The day before his birthday, we sat on the couch with a bowl of popcorn beside us and an activity sheet in our laps.  As we placed stickers and searched for hidden items, I felt it then just how much life had changed in the years since he was born.

It was just two years ago when I became his mother in the strangest of ways.  I stood in front of a crowded room and pledged to be an open book about God and faith and a life lived in pursuit.  And in a moment more powerful and more beautiful than anything I could have anticipated, I became a mother of sorts to this boy I didn't give birth to.

The enormity of it all left me grasping about, unsure if I'd ever be the kind of mother he needed.

And it's true.  I am not the mother who carried him within her own body and labored 40-some hours to give him life.  I am not the mother who holds his hand in the daylight and sleeps beside him in the dark.  I am not the mother who teaches him to count and read and live.  And I am not the mother he calls Mama.

He needs her most, this Mama of his.  He will always need her most.  But I wonder if someday he'll need me, too.  In ways none of us can predict or even prepare for.  Though I am weak and faltering and oh-so-human, I have been given a gift.  A glorious and humbling gift.

I have been given a son.

And in honor of his birthday, I have labored in my own way to create something beautiful for the boy who made me a mother.

Happy 4th Birthday to my sweet, funny, full-of-life godson Corin.  You are loved.


(Click here for more pictures and details of the creative process for this project)

3 comments:

  1. Thank you, Courtney, for both of your beautiful blankets. They're already being put to good use. Corin is blessed to have you as a godmother!

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  2. @Steve--you are so very welcome. I am grateful for the trust you and Amanda have placed in me and it's an honor to be a part of your family.

    @Laura--thank you, dear friend!

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