This coming Sunday is Mother’s Day. If you are still able to contact your mom and tell her how much you appreciate what she’s done, I’d heartily endorse your doing so. Do it for you and do it for all of us who no longer have the option.
I had two mothers--one gave me life, the other gave me a life. They were nothing alike but I know that the person I am is a combination of both. One I never knew--the other I miss every minute of every day.
As an adopted child, I don’t think I could ever truly express how much I appreciate what my adoptive mother did for me and how much different my life would have been had she and dad not made me part of their family.
Many years ago but after I was married, my mother cut out and sent me a newspaper clipping with a columm by Dear Abby. To this day, I have kept it and try to read it every now and then, just to remind me how much she cared. In her own handwriting, on the edges of the clipping, she wrote: “I found this in our newspaper last week and thought it appropro for your birthday. I didn’t give birth to you but I tried to do what the poem says. ---Love, Mom”
LEGACY OF AN ADOPTED CHILD
Once there were two women
who never knew each other.
One you don’t remember,
the other you call Mother.
Two different lives
shaped to make yours one.
One became your guiding star,
the other became your sun.
The first one gave you life,
the second taught you to live in it.
The first one 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 the seed of talent,
the other gave you an aim.
One gave you emotions,
the other calmed your fears.
One saw your first sweet smile,
the other dried your tears.
One gave you up...
it was all 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.