How It Could Have Been
Nine years and twenty five days old
That's what you'd be now, what you are now
Fifty two days our hearts beat as one
Your only heartbeat I knew was your last
What would it have been like had I known
Known that all the doctors were wrong
Known that you could exist, that you did exist
That your daddy and I could have loved you forever
We still do, you're still with us; you and God
You've kept us safe, kept us on a good path
I bet you've met the sibling your daddy never knew
I know you've met Logan. You two are quite the little imps together
Some days I wonder what you're doing, you and God
At eighteen I was called mom for the first time by a young girl
One who craved the love a mother and father should give
Then, after your daddy and I got married, many more followed
Most are still in my life
One had just turned seventeen, and needed somebody to just understand, just love her
Just be there
One was eleven when I met her. Parental love made no sense to her. She's thirteen now
You'd be proud of how far she has come
The most shocking gift is the now seventeen year old who's been with us a year
I shouldn't be surprised, since your great grandfather said it would happen
She's leaving in three weeks, back to Africa, back to the life she had before I was Mom
There have been others; many, many others along the way
Sometimes I'd get so mad I didn't want to see a child, hold a baby, get close to a teenager
Son, do you see what some of these parents do to their children? How they treat them?
Maybe one day you and God can help me understand how it's fair they can have their kids
Abuse them, neglect them, starve them, take them for granted, ruin their self esteem
Yet your daddy and I, all we ever would have wanted was to give you wings to fly
I guess God did that for us.
You obviously won't let me sulk for long, my beautiful boy
The one friend I had who truly and completely understood me
As you know moved in January
Another, who I thought was a friend, disappeared just after that, as my health declined
Then, out of nowhere, you appeared -- but it wasn't you, it's not you, it will never be you
Until the day God calls us home to join you
He's not you, but son he is sure giving me a glimpse of what could have been
Ya know I couldn't even use his name until just this week
He had to have the same name as you, didn't he? You had to make it just that clear
That you are still with me, that you never really left
And, in case I was too dense to get the point, his best friend's name is your middle name
It's different with this one; my emo smurf, the monkey wrench you and God gave me
Just as I was getting used to things the way they were
He's different from the rest. He's known a mother's love....so very very strong
She'd give her life for him, just as I would. She's been through the toughest trials
And come up a survivor because of her love for him and his siblings
He doesn't need another mom, and yet...
I didn't know I could love one who wasn't biologically mine this much
Didn't know I still had it in me to allow anyone to get close enough to care
Ya know, son, he's twice your age and he's so much like what I hoped you would grow to be
God told me, when I was four, I would have a son
I'm sure of that
I've never been more sure of anything in my life
The day I lost you, I honestly felt like God had played a cruel joke
Didn't even know I had you until just before you were already gone
Everyone told me I was a “spiritual mother” to so many people
That used to make me so mad, Luke, it really did
I didn't want to be a “spiritual mother”
I wanted to be a mother; your mother, the mother of a handsome, intelligent, loving son
Another young man is moving in while your daddy lives in a different city this year
I always thought I'd do better with sons than daughters
Though I love all my “sons and daughters from other mothers” so very much
Maybe I can make a difference in his life
The way you make a difference in mine every day
The way you're letting me see how it could have been; listening to music, watching movies
Following pretty ponies into Narnia
Slamming strikes in bowling
Talking late into the night about everything
Never being afraid to say I love you and never going a day without showing it
His mom is so generous in sharing her miracle with me
I think because her Logan is up there with you she understands
Maybe son, maybe one day do you think God will give me another chance?
I hope and pray so
If not, thank you for showing me what it would have been, what it should have been
Thank you for allowing me to be even a “spiritual mother” in this life
And while you're at it, tell God thanks...for all the good people who come out of Michigan
Even when they have go back
And thanks especially for tossing the monkey wrench of an emo smurf in my life
He reminds me every day to thank God for the blessings He has given me
And to always remember to thank you and Logan for keeping us safe
Until the day I can hold you in my arms for eternity, son
If someone needs a mom, send them my way