My people too

Once again, I have been happy to stand back and watch my daughter connect with her birth family.

An adopted person once accused me of ripping my daughter from her mother’s arms, and told me I was wrong to say she was mine at all.

My daughter’s birth mother and I have both played a role in her upbringing, and what we have now is a large and loving rainbow colored family.

We each keep our separate treasured memories of this lifelong process. We have both nurtured her and brought her safely to this day.

Today our hearts are heavy. All we can do is try to carry on in spite of sadness. We hold each other. We have no guarantee of tomorrow, just hearts full of memories, and this day. This day to open our eyes and see each other. To open our hearts and decide. To love… to be a family.

I stand back and observe. I see a room full of people that look just like her.

Because of her, these are my people, too.

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