Before the Beginning . . .

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.

Before the Beginning . . .

April 28, 2012

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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