Once there were two women who never knew each other
One you do not 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 gave you life, the second taught you to live it
The first 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 for talent, the other gave you an aim.
One gave you emotions, the other calmed your fears
One saw your first smile, the other dried your tears.
One gave you up, it was all that she could do
The other prayed for a child and was led straight to you.
And now you ask me through your tears
the age old question through the years,
“Heredity or environment, which am I the product of?”
Neither my darling, neither,
Just two different kinds of Love.
This is another poem about adoption that I love. My heart leaps just a bit and I got a little emotional when I read the last line. My children’s birth mothers did not choose adoption, as is the case of most foster care adoptions. However, I would never deny the importance of their roles in who my children are.
I’m so thankful to be called mom. I cannot imagine giving birth to a child and not being in the child’s life. I have such respect and empathy for the birth mothers who have chosen adoption for their babies. I also feel great empathy and compassion for the birth mothers who did not choose adoption and whose children were taken away by protective services. I think that birth mothers who choose life and make a plan for adoption are often the unsung heroes. So, thank you birth mothers. Thank you for choosing life and for the selfless sacrifice you made when you chose adoption.