Never Minimize Motherhood

It would be nice if people did not minimize who my son is to me based solely on something as silly as DNA. Yes, he does not have my eyes or my nose (he is blessed), but he giggles just like me and makes the same silly faces as I do. From the moment, I saw him I was in love. I did not have the pains of nine months of pregnancy or the hours of labor, but I did spend years dreaming for him, pleading with God to bless our lives with a child, wondering why God had not, and then there were the countless hours spent with him rocking him, feeding him, changing diapers, loving him, teaching him and loving him even more. If you asked him who his Mommy was, he would not hesitate for a second to point to me. I am, and I will always be proud to be my little man's mother.

How dare you degrade who we are to each other, God brought us together to be Mother and Son. Shame on you. Yes, he is not biologically related to me. He is related to another woman we fondly know as his birth mother. She created him, carried him, gave birth to him and left her desires on the sidelines to choose what would be best for our little boy. She chose us; she chose adoption for our little boy because she loved him so much she knew it would be best for him.

My little boy is the best thing that ever happened to my husband and I. You are not family based on genetics, but by the love and relationships that hold each other together. I am a Mom and if anyone tries to take away from that you are ignorant of what Love really is. Love is love, beyond blood, sex, creed, nationality, or class.


I am his Mother, the end.