“Adoption is strange in some ways. I look at you and cannot imagine that you didn’t come out of my body because you are so much a part of me now. But I do know that you did not come from me. I see your birth mother in your face- sometimes I can see her eyes, her lips, her smile, and even feel her laughter. I feel loving feelings toward her in many ways. She is my daughter’s mother- my daughter is her daughter. Her flesh is now of my flesh. Her creation is my joy. We are bound together through the most powerful love of a mother for her child. She will always be part of me as you are part of her. How could I not love her?”
From Making Room in our Hearts: Keeping Family Ties through Open Adoption by Micky Duxbury
Mother of All Things 