Today is like it was on my actual birthday.
Because it's snowing?
Yes.
It didn't snow on the day you were born, sweetie. It was the day we met you - the day after you were born. That day, there was a blizzard.
So I spent a whole day with my real mother?
Who?
My real mother. A whole day, before you came and got me.
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Ooof. That must have been very hard to hear. I know that you know that you are the "real" mother. Very hard to say anything without sounding like I'm devaluing her birth mother, or the fact that Eve needs to re-process her adoption as she herself goes through developmental stages, so I'll just say big hugs to you.
{{{{{Jay}}}}}
Anette
Ouch. *hugs* to you both.
The word 'real' in all sorts of contexts can have some kind of serious barb in it, hey?
I really like that you blog about the experience of adoption, I have learnt an enormous amount from reading your thoughts, enormous. Thank you.
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