Tinkerbell struggles sometimes with wanting to be with her birth mom. I pulled out a scrapbook I made of our adoption journey which included the poem below and a letter both read and given to us the day Tinkerbell was placed in our arms by M. The letter really meant a lot to Tinkerbell. Hearing the words that her M said to us. About how she knew she was going to grow up with a great life with D and I. So glad I have these things to share with her on hard days. And also so glad we have a relationship with M and that some day maybe when Tink is old enough she can go spend a few days with her on her own.
I had the
opportunity to speak to a couple that are considering adoption recently
and I told them how happy it made me that Tink is proud of the fact
that she has two mothers. It might confuse people if she tells them but I
love that she is confident in both her mothers love.
Read this poem with Tinkerbell this morning:
Once there were two women
Who never knew each other.
One you will always know and love,
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 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 a 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 placed you in the others arms.
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.