Legacy of Adoption

I've been going through pictures of Madalynn from the past year for a couple projects for her birthday, and I looked at the ones with her birthmother again, and it just made me weep. I feel so blessed to have pictures, and information about her birthmother, and hopefully someday that will help Madalynn find answers.

I find myself overcome with moments where I can feel this ache & sorrow rise from within me, and I just start to cry. I wonder did God in some supernatural way join our 2 mother hearts, to feel each others emotions and bond us through His design. One of us to give her life, and one of us to teach her to live.

This precious woman gave me the most wonderful gift, that blesses me every single day, she brings such joy. My joy came at the sorrow of another. A woman I will probably never meet, and yet I long to tell her about her beautiful daughter. That she is growing, thriving, and the goofiest girl I have ever met.

I want her to know that this baby girl shows her determined spirit by pushing her way through an obstacle rather than going around it, or giving up.

I want her to know that the best time to get Madalynn to belly laugh is when she's a little tired, but not quite exhausted yet.

I want her to know that I feel so honored, and privileged to be this baby girls Mom.

I know on Madalynn's party & actual birthday her birthmother will be heavy on my heart too, and that's okay. But, those days will be days of celebration, and only happy tears.

I found this poem awhile ago, and it perfectly describes what's on my heart.

Legacy of Adoption

Once there were two women, neither knew the other

One you do not remember, the other you call mother.

One gave you a nationality, the other gave you a name

One gave you the seed of talent, the other gave you an aim.

Two very different lives shaped yours into one

One became your guiding star, the other was your sun.

One gave you emotions, and one calmed your fears

One saw your first sweet smile, the other dried your tears.

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 up—it was all that she could do,

The other prayed for a child—God led her straight to you.

And now you ask me through your tears,

The age-old question of all the years,

Heredity or Environment, which are you a product of?

Neither darling, neither ... just two different kinds of Love.

-Author Unknown