I have always loved to dance. As an adult adoptee, a bio mom, and an adoptive mom, I dance between love and loss regularly. I dance with joy over small victories and small signs of acceptance. I dance to escape pain and to avoid obvious rejection from my family(ies). Let me continue to dance with the pain, the understanding, the surrender, His plan, and not faint.

A poem I wrote in 6th grade, 1982 . . . .

Adopted

My first set of parents loved me, I know,

because they cared enough to let me go.

The parents I have now love me too.

We’re stuck together like molasses, or glue.

I’m an adopted child you see.

That’s why I have two sets of parents, and only one of me.

Sometimes I wonder who my parents really are.

If only they would have left me a little memoir.

I love the parents I have now.

I’ll never leave them no way and no how.

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