The Adoption Experience: Maternal Instinct

In celebration of National Adoption Month, I am highlighting another adoption story. This story, clipped from an adoptive mom’s blog, shares the awkwardness and fears of adopting (and someday letting go) of two adopted children from another country.

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clipped from thefastertimes.com

Before our adoption, pregnant friends rubbed their bellies and said: “The older they are the more problems you’ll have.” “You must feel desperate,” one said. “Do you think they’re even capable of loving you?”  I didn’t think those things but struggled with one other unofficial yet painfully true reasons of why I wanted an older child, not a baby. I looked down on those other mothers, so engrossed in their children they couldn’t even talk on the phone let alone brush their hair. I wouldn’t be trapped, not like them, for 18-plus years. I mean, what if the kid never left? Ultimately, however, I was ashamed. Babies, with their hands the size of rose petals and toes like creamy pebbles were natural. My lack of maternal instinct was not.

2481199686_70ec22abc6 To My Daughters, Now Grown: One Adoptive Moms Love Song.

I’m not going to lie: 2009 was the year I looked forward to ever since I became a mother. It’s what gave me the courage to have my girls in the first place—knowing someday they’d leave.