I had two moms, one I never met and one who raised me. Not bad for a dumbass born in Philadelphia. My birth mom, who I discovered quite accidentally, sounds like a wonderful woman who raised a whole passel of kids under somewhat difficult conditions. I wish I had met her.
The mom who raised me steered a smaller brood through somewhat different obstacles, but obstacles are obstacles. She did a masterful job, she was a wonderful mom.
I wish they had met. I wish I had them both…I sure as hell needed it.