This past weekend was one that marked history, at least in my family's books.
Mateo met his father for the first time, EVER! I admit that leading up to that unforgettable moment, I was extremely apprehensive, ready to call it off. But I think God had a different plan. A while ago I had come to accept the terms of single motherhood, thinking that my son would never meet his biological father and then also having the hope of getting married and having the traditional nuclear family.
But when my son's dad expressed interest in meeting him, I knew that our lives were going to change forever. My son has this charm about him that whomever he meets he captivates them, and surely enough that's what happened with his father. Hook..line... and sinker. Within a day of spending time with my son, his dad was in love! And rightly so.
Now seeing that we live in a different Province is going to prove itself difficult in visiting Mateo, but I believe that if this man really desires a relationship with his own blood, he'll have to make sacrifices.
I still have my dreams of having a FAMILY (husband and father) but I see now how much God has the reigns, and that gives me peace.
