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Legacy Of An Adopted Child

As I clean my kitchen that’s been neglected for the past two days, and pack lunch for tomorrow, I go in and out of my fridge/freezer and I keep staring at an article that I have pinned up on my fridge.

It was given to me many years ago to me from my mother in law. Shortly after we had the ‘Oh I don’t know . . . I was adopted ‘ chat lol this is a common conversation that I have with people when they are first getting to know me. I’ll post about that at another time because it’s something that truly amuses me. But like most people when she found out, she had a lot of questions which I happily answered. It’s something I’ve grown to almost enjoy, and I have always been very open to talking about it as well as answering any and all questions, because how else are we to ever learn anything different from people?!?!

I never thought a whole lot about that conversation because like I said, it’s pretty common. Well days, weeks, maybe even months, but defiantly not a year went by and we were at a family dinner or gathering and she gave me this ‘Dear Abby’ print out. Several years later and three refrigerators it’s still posted right to the front of my freezer.

Here is the poem in case  you can’t read the actual article posted:


(Author Unknown)

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 yours one.

One became your guiding star,

The other became your sun.

The first gave you life

And the second taught you to live it.

The first gave you a need for love

And the second was there to give it.

One gave you a nationality,

The other gave you a name.

One gave you a seed of talent,

The other gave you an aim.

One gave you emotions,

The other calmed your fears.

One saw your first sweet smile,

The other dried your tears.

One gave you up —

It was all that she could do.

The other prayed for a child

And God led her straight to you.

And now you ask me

Through your tears,

The age-old question

Through the years:

Heredity or environment

Which are you the product of?

Neither, my darling — neither,

Just two different kinds of love.

This is one of those things that I look at from time to time and it just makes me smile.

This is one portion of the front of my fridge. I think it’s fun, and I thing the front of a fridge shows a little into someone’s personality.

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