I’ve become sort of desensitized over the years in regards to what some not so affectionately call “hallmark holidays”, but mother’s day still causes twinges of pain and tears, for a myriad of reasons that I won’t get into here. But on this Mother’s day, it hit me that even though I am not raising my children, I still feel like I can celebrate myself on this day along with all the mothers and mother figures in my life because I gave the best parts of myself to others who found it in their hearts to give homes and love to children who were not born of their own bodies. In this respect, they not only received my children into their hearts, but pieces of my own heart as well. For that I am forever grateful. A good friend of mine put it beautifully and succinctly when she said, “You knew your limitations and still gave your children the stars.”