Happy Mother’s Day to NonMoms

I have had so many mothers it is hard to keep track of. Some are with me without body now. But believe me they are with me. Perhaps the best is to start with the mom I never knew in the flesh. He is still in my heart and nowadays moves me to more compassion for others. My mom and dad purchased me. How wrong you say that I say that. Heck she was so poor she could not possibly afford to feed two mouths. The second one inside of her. That would be me.

Her doctor, my dad could tell somehow that there was something wrong with me and that I was a boy. He was a well known diagnostician with just his hands. (Later he diagnosed my cancer before the tests did – a little all weird but I guess medical folks have done that since before Christ)

So dad purchased me. Doesn’t that sound funny? Well he gave her a stipend for food and rent. He took care of all bills. Mom says she argued to give her more but she pressured Dad to improperly use his influence to get her a job.

If you do Bible stuff this one is awesome in this regard: 1 Peter 2:24-25 “bore” means to purchase. Purchase can also mean haul in (a rope or cable) or haul up (an anchor) by means of a pulley, lever, etc. It also is used for climbing like, I like; when you are climbing synonym grip; She tried to get a purchase on the slippery rock.

My mom and dad purchased me and my 1’st mom made room for them to do just that. To surrender is often the greatest gift we can give one another. I am all into the Love is God deal as you may know, so to surrender is to let go and let God.

2’nd Mom is just that in my sense. She “seconded” me. God mother. She insisted on me learning music. A beautiful silver plated clarinet. Voice lessons from Ms. Cummings our choir leader. I got in a fight one time to show it did not make me a sissy as I was called for it. She made “Uncle” Karl – husband and my Godfather hire and teach me to grow things from fruit grafts to lawn manicuring. No power tools ever. Honing blades and hand trimmers and on knees weeding. Missy Mangum is what we called her. Mom

Let us just move ahead to another 2’nd mom. To my knowledge she was Nina. I understand she was about 6’2”. A fine black lady. Something again to do with mom and dad doing stuff in a family way. Maybe her husband was killed down at the Saginaw saw mill. Kind of strange by modern standards anyway. So I was adopted. Before “formula”. A wet nurse was needed and more hugs than a child has a right to – I am talking constant like prayer constantly. Or so I am told. Nina I hope I passed it on.

This 2’nd mom has a card in the mail. My youngest big sister out of three. So four years to my one years. She was the second time I was adopted. I can just barely remember her brushing my teeth and dressing me up for the day. I for sure remember before I started kindergarten at four her taking off our snow gloves and holding my hand on the way to school. Totally my nurse (registered – with my stage four cancer) what a danged drill sergeant. Exercises’ in between puking. Her husband Donny was a best friend long before they married. My daughter is named after her. Duh!

Oh my goodness. Have I mentioned Auntie Gail yet? My eldest daughter named after her. Angels bow to her presence in body and now in grateful honor spirit. She was my mom’s sister. Neither had a blood one. They met as nurses serving in world war two. Stateside in an Aircraft facility. Most do not know but almost as many men and women were injured in factories to produce our military equipment than in some battles. 18 to support one soldier. Wow! Mom and Gail also brought “Uncle” Bill and dad together dating and dancing and playing music during the War.

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It occurred to me that my eldest sister is also a great 2’nd mom. Can you imagine they stuck me in a huge drawer in her bedroom? A crib before needing a crib. Any sort of issue and she was there before Jack Low jumped over the candlestick. Reading me to sleep. Cuddling and so much loving. And she is my youngest son’s Godmother of course. I think she really talks with Jesus. (I know that is strange) But that is her cool spirituality. She has designed things like totem poles and Krishna designs. A calligrapher of some sought after. A guide for me, and so I write her to thank her.

Mother’s in Law.

I hear tell that son’s do not consider mothers in law mothers. What fools they are. Mine are only in spirit now. I have had two. And a pre-mother-in-law. Maggie and I were best pards. We had a divorce and times were strained. Her daughter, by then my ex-wife had a 3 year tiff. So Maggie and I, we became even closer. She was a great journalist. Political and societal publish weekly down Phoenix way – our capitol. I was a licensed (hihihi) wordsmith. Our bantering left no doubt our love for each other in our common interest.

Grandma Ti. She was a different breed. She had to leave my wife with her second mom. (two) She worked the rice fields and canals. First they hid my wife from the communists. Then mom was off to bring dad enough food through the “wire” while he was in post war concentration camp in So. Viet. They called it re-education. He was a Ranger attached to an American group. She did not speak a lick of English and my viet was poor. (hey French worked a bit) So we just cooked together and held hands. You should have seen her roll her eyes at my salads and barbeque. But Dad insisted. These moms never pass they just come in.

Oh look at me going on and on. I have several more. My first wife that divorced me said she could never love another as me. Is that a good thing or bad? Too much fun. But she got all my eldest through first class colleges and they still revere her. A fantastic and crazy mom.

My wife Hang is ready to “leave me”. We just have not decided where she would go. So the love fest continues as she is a great mom to our son. She says I am the mom and her the dad. So I have insisted on a party for me come this Mother’s day.

Isn’t just hilarious that our group of friends see me as a second mom? I am cool with that. I do not do current pictures. Just a rule of mine. And no I only wear an apron from time to time, usually “Carharts” and such kind of garb in the kitchen. After all I am one tough momma.

Male or female I kind of think that not being too tough and given more love than direction and nourishment of the soul and love makes you a mom. Funny by I do not buy into the “gender” stuff. Yet I am trans mom. Go figure.