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The Legacy of the Adopted Child


Once there were two women
who never knew each other
One you do not remember
the other you call Mother
Two different lives
shaped to make you one
One became your guiding star
the other became your sun
The first one gave you life
and the second taught you to live it
The first gave you a need for love
the second was there to give it
One gave you a nationality
the other gave you a name
One gave you a talent
the other gave you aim
One gave you emotions
the other calmed your fears
One saw your first sweet smile
the other dried your tears
One sought for you a home
that she could not provide
The other prayed for a child
and her hope was not denied
And now you ask me
thorough your tears
The age old question
unanswered through the years
Heredity or environment
which are you a product of?
Neither, my darling, Neither
Just two different kinds of Love

Author Unknown


A Half a World Away


A half a world away
Sometimes it seems we're so far apart
But a half a world away
Is not too far for a journey of the heart

My little one, my bundle of joy
I'm waiting for you
My precious son, my baby boy
I know you're waiting too

A half a world away
A child waits for a family of his own
While a half a world away
A family waits to come bring him home

My little one, my bundle of joy
I'm whispering a prayer
My precious son, my baby boy
I hope to soon be there

I hope that we
will no longer be
a half a world away.

©words and music 1999 Jill Marshall-Work


I borrowed this from a wonderful webpage I found...

Different Trips to the Same Place

Deciding to have a baby is like planning a trip to Australia.  You've heard it's a wonderful place, you've read many guidebooks and feel certain you are ready to go.  Everyone you know has traveled there by plane.  They say it can be a turbulent flight with occasional rough landings, but you can look forward to being pampered on the trip.  So you go the the airport and ask the ticket agent for a ticket to Australia.  All around you, excited people are boarding planes for Australia.  It seems there is no seat for you, you will have to wait for the next flight.  Impatient, but anticipating a wonderful trip you wait-and wait-and wait-and wait.  Flights to Australia continue to come and go.  People say things like "relax, you'll get a flight soon."  Other people actually get on a plane and then cancel their trip, to which you cry, "It's not fair."  After a long time the ticket agent tells you, "I'm sorry, we're not going to be able to get you on a plane to Australia.  Perhaps you should consider going by boat."  You say, "going by boat will take a very long time and it costs a great deal of money.  I really had my heart set on going by plane."  So you go home and think about not going to Australia at all.  You wonder if Australia will be as beautiful if you approach it by sea rather than by air.  But you have long dreamed of this wonderful place.  And finally decide to travel by boat.  It is a long trip, many months over rough seas.  No one pampers you.  You wonder if you will ever see Australia.  Meanwhile, your friends have flown back and forth to Australia  two or three times, marveling about each trip.  Then one glorious day, the boat docks in Australia.  It is more exquisite than you ever imagined, and the beauty is is magnified by your long days at sea.  You have made many wonderful friends during your voyage, and you find yourself comparing stories with others who also traveled by sea rather than air.  People continue to fly to Australia as often as they like, but you are able to travel only once, perhaps twice.  Some say things like, "oh, be glad you didn't fly.  My flight was horrible, traveling by sea is so easy."  You will always wonder what it would have been like to fly to Australia.  Still, you know God blessed you with a special appreciation of Australia, and the beauty of Australia is not in the way that you get there, but in the place itself.

From Julie

She Who is an Adoptive Mother

She Who is an Adoptive Mother
A miracle occurred when the infant
Was first laid in her arms.
She was transformed from a woman
Into a goddess known as "mother"

For so many years,
She had stifled the pain of empty arms,
Believing the moment would never come.
So she focused on making a real difference in the world,
Seeking fulfillment as best she could.

She thought she'd known the depths of love...
She thought she'd seen the heights of success...
She thought she'd experienced true joy.

But nothing compared to this.
All else faded when she gazed into the face of the miracle
She thought could never be hers...
A child to call her own.
© Suzy Toronto