One for sharing -
Jan. 23rd, 2004 09:37 pmWhile my birth-mother was busy living her own life and mostly ignoring me, my (step)mother was raising me and guiding me through life with the patience of a saint, the wisdom of a crone and the love only a mother can give. The women who has remained with my father after 32 years of marriage is my mother. THe woman who birthed me, well, she's a decent person I suppose after all these years but that's about all I can say about her...So, no, I was not adopted. I adopted her.
If you don't recognize it, that's acceptance, understanding and love for both of the women responsible for her existence.
It's nice.