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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 become 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.
- Anonymous