We are. . .

all united in one special way.

We were given our firsts on their special day.

We screamed or were silent.

We laughed or we cried.

We did it with our loved ones right there by our sides.

We labored through pain, or had scheduled c-sections,

Or the agency called saying we were accepted.

We all have a story of how we became mothers.

Different numbers of children, of sisters and brothers.

We are so very different yet with one common name.

They all call us “Mom”. . . so in a way we’re the same.

˜Heather Powderly


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