It’s so nice to be in touch with my Birth Mother Donna. She and I have spoken again and had a great conversation. As I’ve said before, it’s so unbelievable to find out my birth family history. I just cannot express how strange it is. It hit me today, I have two histories. How marvelous! It’s also neat to look at these picture’s and know that my blood actually came from some place. OK, I know that sounds strange. I guess the only way to describe it is feeling complete.
I did get the a lot of information from Donna on my Grandparents, with picture’s. It was a wild feeling to sit and stare at them for a while. I like knowing.
My entry today is short, I just wanted to let you know how it was going. I am very pleased and so eager to know more too. I am ending with a poem/short story, the author is unknown. Many of you know this poem… it hangs in a frame on Moms refrigerator and has for at least 22 years. Jacqui cut this poem out of a teen magazine when we were kids. She gave it to me and I gave it to Mom. It’s been on the frig ever since. I love it! It says so much.
LEGACY OF AN ADOPTED CHILD
Once there were two women, who never knew it 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 in it. The first gave you need for love and the second was there to give it.
One gave you a nationality. The other gave you a name. One gave you the seed of talent. The other gave you 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 are you the product of? Neither, my darling neither – Just two different kinds of love. Author Unknown.
