The Real Mother

On days like today I can say with 100% certainty that I am honored to represent the client whom I served.

And though I am not religious, I have no better words to pay tribute to her than these:

One day two women[a] came to King Solomon,  and one of them said:

Your Majesty, this woman and I live in the same house. Not long ago my baby was born at home,  and three days later her baby was born. Nobody else was there with us.

One night while we were all asleep, she rolled over on her baby, and he died.  Then while I was still asleep, she got up and took my son out of my bed. She put him in her bed, then she put her dead baby next to me.

 In the morning when I got up to feed my son, I saw that he was dead. But when I looked at him in the light, I knew he wasn’t my son.

 “No!” the other woman shouted. “He was your son. My baby is alive!”

“The dead baby is yours,” the first woman yelled. “Mine is alive!”

They argued back and forth in front of Solomon,  until finally he said, “Both of you say this live baby is yours.  Someone bring me a sword.”

A sword was brought, and Solomon ordered, “Cut the baby in half! That way each of you can have part of him.”

 “Please don’t kill my son,” the baby’s mother screamed. “Your Majesty, I love him very much, but give him to her. Just don’t kill him.”

The other woman shouted, “Go ahead and cut him in half. Then neither of us will have the baby.”

 Solomon said, “Don’t kill the baby.” Then he pointed to the first woman, “She is his real mother. Give the baby to her.”

Everyone in Israel was amazed when they heard how Solomon had made his decision. They realized that God had given him wisdom to judge fairly.

 Today I watched a real mother stand with her head held high and acquiesce in a judgment that kept her baby from being torn in two.  While we did not have the wisdom of Solomon at our disposal today, we had the heart and soul of a real mother who would not let her baby be cut in half and the acumen of a judge willing to allow  her wishes to be respected.  I have no complaints about anything today.  The privilege of being her attorney elevates me to the highest level of my chosen calling.

It’s the fourteenth day of the thirty-sixth month of My Year Without Complaining.  Life continues.


2 thoughts on “The Real Mother

  1. A

    Debbie and I read this at a park while we were talking about today. I read this out loud and we both needed a handful of Kleenex…. You have nailed it. From start to finish. I truly love and appreciate you. You fascinate.. inspire… and have been an awesome advocate for me. I am so very grateful for you. This day … the result… was not what I hoped for… but was by far better then I know I would have had without you.
    I thank you.



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