While we were visiting with her, C. asked me if Buddy would love her like he would love me as his mother. What a tough question to answer! I told her that she would always hold a special place in his heart as his birthmother that no one else can ever be to him. She was the one who chose to carry him for nine months in her womb and give birth to him. However, she can never hold the role of mother that I will be to him. I recently came across a quote that explains our separate, yet special roles perfectly:
He is mine in a way that he will never be hers,
yet he is hers in a way that he will never be mine,
and so together, WE are motherhood.
~Desha Wood
I wrote a similar poem in an attempt to explain our two roles in my own mind.
You and I
You will always be his birthmom
The one who gave him life before birth
Feeding him
Loving him
Praying for him
Dreaming
Of what he could become
Hopes for him growing like an ocean wave
You gave him
Long fingers
Silky hair
And a dimpled smile
You will hold a special role in his life
And a piece of his heart
Forever and always
I will always be his mom
The one who gave him life after birth
Nurturing him
Loving him
Praying for him
Dreaming
Of what he could become
Hopes for him rising and ebbing like the ocean tide
I will give him
A joy for life
A love of God
And the ability to learn from his mistakes
I will hold a special role in his life
And a piece of his heart
Forever and always
















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