MY Children
Tonight as I sat on the couch watching Downton Abbey with Prima asleep in my lap and Segunda prat falling on the floor at her father's feet, I thought about my children's birth mothers. I thought, "They are missing this. They are missing these beautiful faces. They are missing the introspection of Prima. They are missing the hilarity of Segunda." But then I thought, are they? If Prima had never been abandoned, she would not be the same child she is today. I can say that with certainty. Every day she wonders who her birth mother is. Today she confirmed with us for the upteenth time that we would do a DNA swab when she turns 7. She is deeply hurt by other stories of abandonment. The movie Home was almost more than she could bear. Kung Fu Panda makes her weep. She sheds copious tears for her birth mother weekly. She worries over the feelings of others. She worries about fitting in. She laments the end of vacations before we have even begun the vacation. She loves her f