Being an adoptive mother is not for every woman. She must possess
not only the natural mother instinct but an understanding and
appreciation of the situation that brought a child into her arms
making her a mother. The adoptive family comes to be by choices
made, choices made by the first parents and by the adoptive parents.
This bond the adoptive mother has with her child grows over time,
like the child did within his first mother's womb.
Day by day, touch by touch, with each tear, kiss, and memory made
they became a family. Adoptive mothers have that special knack to
let love grow.
Adoptive mothers know that she's a mender of wounds, not just of the
physical skinned knees with a band-aid and a kiss, but of the heart.
She gives love, acceptance, and permission to ask and talk about the
day he was born and of his first parents.
Adoptive mothers are embracers, not only of the child with many hugs
and kisses, but of the child's heritage and history. She embraces
the facts of her child's past with strength for herself and the
child. She's not only a memory maker planning family vacations,
activities, and birthday parties, but also a memory keeper.
She's a tier of shoelaces and of hearts. She weaves lives together
into a tapestry of a new family, with many different brightly,
colored threads showcasing their individualities and family origins.
Together they create one unit attached to each other.
Adoptive mothers are experts at finding lost objects, but understand
and validate the profound, deep loss left by adoption. She allows
the tears to fall and grief to be felt, allowing the mourning of the
mom not there. She is secure in knowing that she's not a
replacement, but a finisher of a race for someone who, for whatever
reason, could not run any longer.
This role is not for the weak of spirit, or the easily wounded.
Loving a child not born to her but calling him her own, but this is
what she does, it is her calling. She is a mother.
This is the best poem. I have ever read. It sure sums it up. This is my purpose in life. To be a "MOTHER". I thank God that he has blessed me with 7 great children.
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