Legacy of an Adopted Child

I was just sifting through my memory trunk and I came across this poem, which hung in my room when I was growing up. It brought me to tears and I wanted to share it with you.

I have always known I was adopted. When I was little, my parents would ask, "Brandy, what are you?" I would answer in a little chipmunk voice, "I'm adopted and I'm special!"

In part because I've always known, I've always wanted to look for my birth mom. I used to call her Maria (which is now Sadie's middle name) and write to her in my journal. What I didn't realize is that, though it was a closed adoption, when was really little, some paperwork got sent to my parents with my biological mom's name on it. They didn't keep the papers, but they remembered the name. And since they knew I wanted to know, they used that name to track her down for my 18th birthday.

A couple of weeks ago, I got to have both my parents and Cathy, my birth mom, at my graduation. Words can't accurately describe how ridiculously blessed I felt.

~ Legacy Of An Adopted Child ~

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. And 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 the seeds of talent, The other gave you 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 a product of? Neither, my Darling, Neither, Just two different kinds of love.