The subject of adoption brings up many connotations. It is subject for some great stories, great characters, great reads and great movies. Adoption is the greatest gift of love – the gift of life. Being adopted, then having children of your own, you can relate to the incredibly difficult situation a birth mother experiences. Or being the adopting mother or father, you understand the yearning to have a child. The wait can be daunting.
That is why, AgeView Press would like to honor all birth mothers. They are Belles of Steel. They are true heros! For you see, in today’s world, when they found they were pregnant. . . they had a choice. Did you know that at eight days of life, a primitive heart begins to beat? That’s right, all four chambers have begun to form. Eight days. Not eight weeks. Eight days from the time of conception. The pacemaker of the heart begins to beat and it continues to beat until that soul takes its last breath. How can you argue that is not a life?
The birth mother had a fantasy shattered. A relationship did not come to fruition. Poverty intervened. Or the timing just wasn’t right. But a higher power was in control. That soul created had a destiny. A destiny to be born. Strength was instilled within a birth mother who chose to honor life. It wasn’t an easy choice. It would be nine months of heartache. It almost takes an emotional displacement, to love and care for what is within – yet distance one’s self in knowing that the choice to give their child up, is one of the most painful in life.
A heart-wrenching dichotomy occurs at the birth. For the birth mother, it is an end. The journey complete, time to start anew. For the adoptive parents, the journey is just beginning. A prayer answered. The most precious gift now received. It is an ending and a beginning. The alpha and the omega, but maybe in reverse.
Both the birth mother and the adoptive mother will have to have tough skins. Both will here how could you? How could you give away your own flesh and blood? How can you love a child that is not your own flesh and blood. Simple. Love is of a higher countenance. Bestowed on those who open their hearts. The new life is mourned by the birth mother, yet cherished by the adoptive mother. The baby will grow up loving the woman who gave birth and the mother that cared and raised them throughout life.
One mother is not less than the other. They will forever be a part of the child’s existence, whether known or not known. The birth mother will never forget. The adoptive mother will always remember.
If you or someone you know is considering adoption, talk it through with the experts. They will be able to provide you with all the considerations. Also, take the time to read some stories on adoption. Stories that will highlight both sides of the issue. One suggestion would be the 5 star rated novel, FLYING SOLO. Set in 1960s New Orleans, it explores all aspects of adoption, love, and loss. Don’t take my word for it, just read the 25 reviews on Amazon.
Bless all mothers considering adoption and those receiving and adopted child for the monumental decisions you are making in your life. Both the giving and the receiving. To read more about this journey from the adopted child’s perspective, try WAITING IN THE WINGS.
AgeView Press is proud to announce that Belles of Steel number 7 and number 8 are none other than the women who were brave enough to provide me with life and see that I was loved, birth mother Lenore Parks Woodham, RIP and receiving mother Edmee Hymel Baird.