Today, while scrolling through Facebook (sorry Steemit, I betrayed you), I stumbled upon the most beautiful poem, it meant something to me anyway. Two years ago I became a mother through adoption, the day I met my son for the first time is set in my mind like stone.

This is why these beautiful words hit home, it's like my heart had words. My son has two mothers. The one that gave birth to him, and the one who will share his life with him.

Many have asked me if I resent the fact that I have to share my child with another woman. My answer is no. How can I resent someone who gave me the most amazing gift in the world, how can I resent someone who cared so much for my child that she decide he would be safest in the arms of another family? I don't resent this woman, I love her. I love her even though I have never met her.