Theresa Thorson had never planned on becoming a mother.

It wasn't something she had struggled over or reluctantly accepted. She simply hadn't imagined children as part of the life she wanted. There were too many other things that interested her, too much she wanted to do. By the time she was working with young people professionally, she was already surrounded by children who needed something from her—attention, direction, patience, sometimes simply an adult willing to listen long enough to understand what was really going on.

She could care deeply about children without needing one of her own.

Then her sister adopted a baby girl.

Her name was Cheryl.

She was three days old when Theresa's sister brought her into the family. Theresa became the aunt, and life went on in the way families assume it will go on, with everyone occupying the place they expect to occupy.

Then Theresa's sister died.

Cheryl was still a little girl.

And suddenly the family had to decide what came next.

Theresa's mother asked her to adopt Cheryl.

For a woman who had never planned to have children, it was not a small request. Theresa didn't immediately say yes.

She asked for nine months.

There was something almost fitting about the length of time she chose. Other mothers had nine months to prepare for the arrival of a child. Theresa wanted her own period of preparation—not for a baby she would give birth to, but for a little girl who had already lost one mother and was about to have her life changed again.

Theresa eventually adopted Cheryl when she was about four years old.

Years later, Theresa found a way of describing their unusual beginning.

"I'm her third mother," she said.

There had been the woman who gave birth to Cheryl. There had been Theresa's sister, who adopted her when she was three days old.

And then there was Theresa.

The woman who hadn't intended to become a mother at all.

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Professional experience gave Theresa some advantages, but it didn't provide an instruction manual.

She had spent years working with young people whose lives didn't fit neatly into conventional systems. One of the lessons she had learned was that it wasn't particularly useful to decide how a child ought to function and then become frustrated when the child couldn't do it.

You had to figure out the child in front of you.

Cheryl made that necessary.

School became particularly difficult when she reached the age when one classroom and one teacher were replaced by several teachers, several rooms, different assignments and the responsibility of keeping track of all of them.

It wasn't working.

Theresa could have treated that as Cheryl's failure.

Instead, she started looking for another way.

She found three alternative schools that might work better, and she and Cheryl visited them together.

Theresa didn't simply choose one.

She asked Cheryl.

"Which one do you like?"

Cheryl chose one.

"I do too," Theresa told her.

Theresa had noticed one of the people there in particular.

"That's the guy that will help you out."

So that was where they went.

The school could provide a different environment, but it couldn't do everything. Cheryl still brought work home, and Theresa remained Theresa.

Homework sometimes became a carefully organized day on the porch.

They would decide how much needed to be finished before lunch. Then they would establish what had to be accomplished during the afternoon. Theresa broke a problem that seemed overwhelming into pieces Cheryl could manage.

She also provided motivation.

Food, Theresa discovered, could be remarkably persuasive.

When a teacher later asked how she had managed to get Cheryl to finish so much work, Theresa had a simple answer.

"I've got good incentive. Food."

Theresa laughs when she tells the story.

"Oh, I'm very tough."

She probably was.

But toughness wasn't the same thing as expecting Cheryl to become somebody she wasn't.

The structure was there to help Cheryl succeed.

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There is a striking similarity between the way Theresa describes raising Cheryl and the way she describes the young people she worked with professionally.

At work, she didn't believe much in labels. What mattered was the individual. What could this particular young person do? What was getting in the way? What environment might work better? What did they need to learn before taking the next step?

With Cheryl, those weren't professional questions anymore.

They were a mother's questions.

And the answers mattered in a different way.

There was no program to send Cheryl back to at the end of a shift.

This time the young person came home with Theresa.

This time Theresa was Mom.

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Cheryl grew up.

That did not mean Theresa stopped being her mother.

Their relationship changed, as relationships between parents and adult children do. Cheryl developed a life of her own and made decisions of her own. Some Theresa agreed with. Some she didn't.

Theresa learned that helping an adult daughter was different from raising a little girl.

You could advise.

You could establish boundaries.

You could help when help was truly needed.

But eventually the decisions belonged to Cheryl.

That distinction seems especially appropriate for Theresa, who has spent much of her own life insisting on exactly the same privilege.

Don't tell me what to do.

Give me something worth considering and I'll think about it.

Then let me decide.

Perhaps children eventually ask their parents for some version of the same thing.

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Theresa is still unmistakably a mother when she talks about Cheryl.

There is exasperation in some of the stories. There is humor in many of them. There are years when being Cheryl's mother clearly required patience, persistence and a willingness to keep looking for another solution when the first one didn't work.

But there is something else, too.

Pride.

Not pride because Cheryl became the person Theresa would have designed for her.

Pride because Cheryl has faced difficult things in her life and has accomplished things Theresa knows were hard.

Some of those victories belong to Cheryl alone.

Perhaps that is another part of becoming a parent: eventually discovering that success isn't creating a child in your own image. It is helping another person become capable of living her own life.

Theresa had already spent years helping young people do exactly that.

She just never expected one of them to call her Mom.

She never gave birth to Cheryl.

She hadn't planned for motherhood.

She didn't even become Cheryl's first mother.

Or her second.

She became the one Cheryl needed next.

The third mother.

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