Perhaps you are feeling like a failure
Facing the disappointment of your Mom and Dad
The cruel scolding looks of those who pass
And say, "She's too young." or "Why didn't she just wait?"
But that just doesn't help much
When an outstretched hand and heart is so easy to give.
An understanding look or a smile and a nod as they look from
Your swelling abdomen to your eyes
And see that you've chosen LIFE over your transitory pride.
Perhaps they think it's easier
To hide your "mistake" in a shroud of death
And call it "choice" or "courageous."
But we know the truth, don't we?
Courage comes from within, and is not motivated
By our egos, nor is it dependant upon the fashion of the times.
You, dear mother, and you are a mother --
In the greatest sense of the word -
Have shown your love in sacrifice.
A rarity in modern times, selflessness
Just doesn't seem to garner the respect
That money and fame are accorded by those among us
Whose lives are hollow shells.
Cry, dear mother, and feel my arms about you
Let it not be said that your gift was easily given or
That you never had a moment of regret.
You have shown yourself to be all too human
And so I cry with you, for you
And because of the beauty I see in you.
"Beauty?" You may say in surprise.
Oh yes, for I can see God's glory shining from your eyes.
"But you don't understand," you may protest -
For in your fears you considered abortion, suicide, and
Running as far and fast as you could to escape.
Ah, but you didn't do any of these things, did you?
Do you think that Jesus was not tempted
As He hung dying, nails piercing His feet and hands
Thorns pressing, cutting into His forehead.
Vinegar at His precious lips.
Did it never occur to Him to call down the angels
To save Him?
Undoubtedly, but He overcame it all to save our souls.
Were it not for His real feelings of pain,
And His humanity,
What would His sacrifice have been worth?
Your pain, dear one, defines you
Not, as some would claim, as weak
But as strong, compassionate, unselfish
The day you decided to choose a Mom and a Dad
For your preciously guarded charge
You became the mother
That most women will never be.
So hold your head up with pride, my birthmother
And know that not only did you give me LIFE
But you gave me the best possible life you could find.
this birthmother's twin boys several months later.
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