I am . . .

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.

April 30, 2012

I am not a secret.

I developed into an actual person.

I am not a baby.

I developed into an adult.

I am not a silent party.

I developed into a person who can make choices too.

I am not perfect.

I developed into a human.

Secrets and shame corrode from the inside out.

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