My cousin, who’s adopted, sent me this poem the day she heard that we’d decided to pursue adoption. We included it in our profile and I think it speaks volumes of the legacy of an adopted child.
~Legacy of an Adopted Child~
Once there were two women who never knew each other.
One you do not remember, the other you call Mother.
Two different lives shaped to make you one.
One became your guiding star, the other became your sun.
The first one gave you life, and the second taught you to live it.
The first gave you a need for love. The second was there to give it.
One gave you a nationality. The other gave you a name.
One gave you a talent. The other gave you aim.
One gave you emotions. The other calmed your fears.
One saw your first sweet smile. The other dried your tears.
One sought for you a home that she could not provide.
The other prayed for a child and her hope was not denied.
And now you ask me, through your tears,
the age-old question unanswered through the years.
Heredity or environment, which are you a product of?
Neither, my darling. Neither. Just two different kinds of Love.
To all my friends who have adopted… don’t let anyone tell you that you’re not a “real mommmy”. Its been my experience that mothers come in different shapes and forms and just because somebody can make a baby does not mean that they are automatically a mother. Just like a woman who makes the painful decision to give up her baby for adoption is any less of a mother than those of us who have adopt as our alternative to motherhood.
Mother = love and love comes in different shapes and forms.
I read on an adoption website that adopted children should be called “chosen children” and I loved that. How beautiful and how true for our very special, chosen children!