REGARDING the subject of birth mothers and adopted children.
As an ex-foster mum of pre-adoption babies, I used to give my new family a verse I found in a magazine:
Not flesh of my flesh, nor bone of my bone, but still miraculously my own.
Never forget for even a minute, you did not grow under my heart, but in it.
June
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