What's Different:
With bio kids: You're pregnant. You look like hell. You can't remember what your feet look like. Your ankles are the size of telephone polls. Your close friends lie and tell you that you look radiant. You don't.
With adoption: You look like hell. When you were pregnant you knew where your baby was. You knew she was safe, and warm and fed. This time your child is out there somewhere. And you can't sleep as a result. Instead of sleeping, you pray that she stays safe until you get there. No one tells you, you look radiant. You don't.
What's the same: The LOVE. It is identical, even if it forms in a different way. The amount of love, the strength of it, the depth of it, all the measures of it are identical.
By Cindy (aka Jaclyn's mom)
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"Take an action each day that alleviates suffering in the world. Bring light into darkness."
-Angeles Arrien
Here is the test to find whether your mission on earth is finished:
If you're alive, it isn't.
--- Richard Bach
I have come to realize more and more that the greatest disease and the greatest suffering is to be unwanted, unloved, uncared for, to be shunned by everybody, to be just nobody [to no one]
--Mother Teresa
We were not separated at your birth.
It was the moment at which we began our journey toward each other.
-Nancy McGuire Roche
-Angeles Arrien
Here is the test to find whether your mission on earth is finished:
If you're alive, it isn't.
--- Richard Bach
I have come to realize more and more that the greatest disease and the greatest suffering is to be unwanted, unloved, uncared for, to be shunned by everybody, to be just nobody [to no one]
--Mother Teresa
We were not separated at your birth.
It was the moment at which we began our journey toward each other.
-Nancy McGuire Roche
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2 comments:
Heather,
Wow! This is so true and no one knows it until you have lived it. Another of your blog entries that make me start to tear up. I love to read them though, because they are right on!
Stacey
I look like hell.
I don't know if she's safe.
I can't sleep,
so I pray.
Our time is coming soon... right?
Waiting along with you,
Patty
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