This week, with the coming of Mother’s Day, I reflect on being a mom and the amazing blessings of my children.
As a mom of transracially adopted children I’ve been asked THE question by adults and children:
“Are you their real mother?”
Now, I’m not stupid. I understand the intention of the question (usually accompanied by a smile and kind, curious eyes). But the adult or child doesn’t understand my intention – my role of mother or the profound, visceral, aching, raw love I have for my children.
Yes, my own children – my adopted and biological children. Giving birth with my body was equal to giving birth with my heart. Biological or adopted – I love them all the same.
Mom – natural and normal, bonded by unfathomable love and spirit, caring and guiding her children through life and its lessons.
Yes, I’m their mother, their real mother.