Callie at 9 months old. Our sealing day.
I am so grateful for Callie's birthmom. There are some people who feel like they could never love an adopted child because s/he isn't their own. I get that why they could feel that way. I do. But it also baffles me a little bit after experiencing it for myself. I think most of the people who feel that way would be surprised at how you quickly forget that this particular child is adopted. They just become your child. Not your adopted child. The truth is, Callie is my own. And I'm her mom. There is a part of her that is undeniably from someone else -- that someone else who gave her life and parts of her personality. Callie's birthmother had the wisdom and foresight to know that Callie needed to be with another family. For that, I thank her. And because of that, God created a way to have her be a part of our family now, and forever.
I love my daughter, Callie.
Legacy of Two Mothers
Once there were two women who never knew each other.
One, my darling, is your birthmom and the other is your mother.
Two different lives, shaped to make yours one.
One became your guiding star; the other became your sun.
The first gave you life, and the second taught you to live it
The first gave you a need for love, and the second was there to give it.
One gave you a nationality; the other gave you a name.
One gave you the seed of 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 chose adoption. It was all that she could do.
The other prayed for a child, and God led her straight to you.
And now you ask me through your tears,
The age-old question through the years.
Heredity or environment, which are you the product of?
Neither, my darling, neither. Just two different kinds of love
-Unknown author
Once there were two women who never knew each other.
One, my darling, is your birthmom and the other is your mother.
Two different lives, shaped to make yours one.
One became your guiding star; the other became your sun.
The first gave you life, and the second taught you to live it
The first gave you a need for love, and the second was there to give it.
One gave you a nationality; the other gave you a name.
One gave you the seed of 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 chose adoption. It was all that she could do.
The other prayed for a child, and God led her straight to you.
And now you ask me through your tears,
The age-old question through the years.
Heredity or environment, which are you the product of?
Neither, my darling, neither. Just two different kinds of love
-Unknown author
Callie, me, and her birthmom
4 comments:
The above picture is such a beautiful statement of love, like you said. Callie is darling and so lucky to have you as her mom.
Thanks for sharing this. My mom was adopted and I think this poem is right on. I'm going to share it with her.
What a sweet poem. You have such darling girls. How lucky for you guys to have found Callie, for you and for her.
wow. that is a beautiful poem and a precious picture. thank you.
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