After I had my daughter back in 2000, I couldn’t imagine
loving anyone as fiercely or as much as her.
She was amazing (still is, but I’m biased..lol) and I cherished every
moment of her babyhood and toddler years, even when the Terrible Two’s hit with
a scary vengeance. Then I became pregnant
with my son…and rather than have to make room for him in my heart, I was in awe
of the way my heart expanded and multiplied a thousand-fold for this new tiny
being. Having grown up in a household
where love was considered a privilege and not something to be given out freely,
I didn’t understand the “Love multiplies” phenomenon until I experienced it
firsthand. I don’t love one of my children
more than the other. I just love.
Perhaps that’s why I get so frustrated when I read adoptive
parents getting angry and proclaiming, “WE’RE her parents! We are raising her..we are the ones who take
care of her on a daily basis! Us! We!
Me! Me! Me!”.
Why is it that as parents, we can say, I don’t love one of
my children more than the other…but when it comes to children having more than
one set of parents, as do all adoptees, or children whose parents have remarried,
or in the case of my children, have a man (my fiancé) who has been in their
lives almost forever, suddenly there is a contest for who is the best. Why can’t we just agree that love is love is
love is love and get on with life?
