February 4 , 1983 – a day that my young life started
I was 3 weeks old and had no
idea how blessed I was about to be. That
day my new parents picked me up and I was in my forever home just like that,
sure seems quick to a baby, but we all know the long process my parents went
through. I am proud of being
adopted. I have never known anything
different – my adoptive parents are my
PARENTS. Bottom line – my mother and my father. My bond with my Mom and Dad is no different
than the bond that I share with my children, who happen to be biological.
people talk about pregnancy being the Ultimate Sacrifice. Maybe it is because another human is
literally taking over your body? I did
it twice, believe me, I know the sacrifice but let me tell you about my mom –
She wins! My mom was that woman that
tried to have a baby, she was that woman that went through those ongoing
“when are you going to have a baby?” questions that killed her heart,
she was that woman that kept hope because she wanted to be a mother BUT she is
also that woman that is a Mother.
process, just like any adoption – draining but there was hope! That call came and without much warning – John
and Carol became parents over the phone!
Well, sort of, you see that sacrifice just started. The call was fantastic news but it wasn’t
legal for weeks. Can you imagine? The thought of your new baby being ripped from
your arms because something legally doesn’t go through? My mom , though, she took the ultimate
sacrifice and started her maternity leave the moment I was in her arms and she
gave me her love. She was a mother. It did become official – YAY! So what does this have to do with me being a
– oh all the patience in the world. Now,
I am not talking about patience with the kids when they have lost their minds
over not getting to watch a TV show – no, patience over waiting for that moment
to be a mother. My husband and I tried
to have a baby for 9 months – it was so hard getting those negative tests month
after month but when I sat down and saw that pink plus sign on month 10 it
clicked with me. Patience. My mother never saw that pink plus sign. In fact I even felt guilty telling her about
my pink plus sign. Her struggle made my
pink plus sign even more amazing to my husband and me but also to my mom. While her pink plus sign did finally come in
a form of a phone call, I know that with every day, week, month and year my mom
waited for that moment to be a mother made her a much more patient soul. Maybe it was to prepare her to deal with my
teenage years? We do not have time to go
– have you ever thought about loving a child that is not biologically
yours? Some people automatically think –
oh I could do that without a problem, others cannot fathom the idea. No judgment, to each their own. I am lucky enough to see the true love
aspect of being an adoptive parent and a biological parent. The moment I held my children after giving
birth, it was true love. I will do
anything for those crazy kids, they are mine!
True love – my mom, I whole heartily agree that she feels the same about
my brother and me. The moments that she
laid eyes on us, HER children, she was in love.
She would do anything for us.
True love. A love that takes over
your entire being, it controls you, even though I do not have my mom’s genes
she loves me as any biological mother would.
Through her acts of true love I learned how to love my children. I learned what love really is by the actions
I felt beginning on February 4th 1983!
adoptive parents, they are my PARENTS.
My only parents. I honestly do
not when I was told about my adoption because it wasn’t a big deal or taboo in
our family. Family does not have to be
blood or biological. Genes do not have
to match and I do not have to look like my mom.
We are family. This knowledge has
taught me how to open my tribe of friends who I consider family as well. As a mother I want to create a family tribe
that will support and love my children.
I have found that confidence from my mother. She and my dad built our family – they opened
their home to 2 babies who needed a family.
What a gift. On a funny note – everyone always comments
about how my Mom and I sound identical and that my daughter has grandpa’s (my
adoptive father) hair – well okay then!
Jumping genes maybe?
Birth with My Mom – wow.
This was an amazing experience.
You see, my mom had never seen an ultrasound photo, heard the pregnancy
struggles, or been in a delivery room.
My mom and I went through these first experiences together. She learned and I learned. I asked her to be in the delivery room and
help me tackle the biggest events of my life and she agreed, happily. She was there to meet Jude and Teagan the
moment they were born. This moment – the
moment of true love. I experienced that
feeling but I also saw her experience true love for herself as a
grandmother. That moment that a little
tiny human totally takes over your brain, body and heart. The day my first child was born I learned so
much from my mom. My whole life as her
daughter came back to me, I used my experiences to prepare to be a mother in
those 9 months but once that little boy was in my arms, I needed my mom. I needed her to guide me, hug me and praise
me through the first hours, days, weeks, years of parenthood! Without her, I would have been lost. Without her qualities of patience, true love
and family I would have been a different mother.
– yes, formula. I am not going to open
that can of mommy wars – no one has time for that! When I struggled with
nursing my son and daughter I was reminded by my mother that formula will not
kill your baby! In fact, did you know
that a woman that was formula fed was strong enough to give birth to 2
kids? FACT! It was me!
Being adopted and seeing my mother go through adoption with my brother I
never experienced the breastfeeding of a baby.
I didn’t know anything different than a bottle so when the struggle
happened it was reassuring that my mother knew that feeling too. A connection, we both knew we would feed our
children by walking into a store rather than nursing and it was OKAY. Parenting is hard enough and for the worry of
feeding your baby to affect you to tears was not okay, I was able to rely on my
mother for that support. Basically my
mother kept me sane through the early pieces of motherhood – many people thank
grandmother. The generation
continues. Being a mom is a gift, no
matter how that gift is given. I hope
that I can show Teagan patience, true love, and family while she grows up just
as my mom did. I will never be able to
thank my mother and father enough for the life that they gave me.
I hope that next year I can have this honor of auditioning again.
Have you attended a Listen To Your Mother event?