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
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
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