One of the best parts of me was added when he was 17 days old. It was 4 days before Christmas. We were going to meet our adopted son. I remember like yesterday. The night before I was shopping for the first time in nearly five years at a SUPER TARGET in the middle of the night for a car seat, onesies, diapers etc. I had just learned that a young mother had chosen via semi-private adoption our family to raise her son. I even ran into a couple of persons I knew, my size 6 self, not looking a bit pregnant....filled to the brim with newborn items, I had no time to explain. I smiled and kept on moving. I had a son to pick up the next morning and Christmas was just four days away.
Now 12 years later, my son wants to know and meet his birth mom. He comes to me and says....the sooner the better, something in me is missing. DO I OR DON'T I?
Now 12 years later, my son wants to know and meet his birth mom. He comes to me and says....the sooner the better, something in me is missing. DO I OR DON'T I?
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