Here's another couple I wouldn't give my baby to. They talk about how the would be adoptive mother was also adopted. Then they go on to say, " After 11+ years of marriage, her adoptive parents were surprised by the blessing of conceiving a child of their own. " Poor Cinderella.
Aaaargh! What the hell was she then? Somebody else's baby? I also hate the term "real mother" for birth mother. The "real" parents are the ones who stayed up late when baby was sick, rocked, fed, took to school, bought clothes, helped with homework, soothed fears, build self-esteem. The words, parent, mother, & father are verbs as well as nouns used to describe those who do so. Love is not just a feeling it is an action. I loved my child by giving her parents who could love and parent her better at that time, when she needed it. I am not the "real mother." The real mother is her adoptive mother.
They look like swell, clean cut honest folk, but I would be concerned that someday they would conceive a child "of their own."
EDIT: surprise! a grub! |
