Monday, March 15, 2010


Once there were two women who never knew each other
One you do not remember, the other you call Mother

Two different lives shaped to make you one
One became your guiding star, the other became your sun

The first one gave you life, and the second taught you to live it
The first gave you a need for love, the second was there to give it

One gave you a nationality, the other gave you a name
One gave you a talent, the other gave you aim

One gave you emotions, the other calmed your fears
One saw your first sweet smile, the other dried you tears

One made an adoption plan, that was all that she could do
The other prayed for a child, and God led her straight to you.

Now, which of these two women, Are you the product of?
Both, my darling, Both, Just two different types of love.


---- Unknown

This poem tugs at my heart strings in so many ways. Not only was I that child with two mothers, but I am also one of those mothers mentioned. We are getting close to the time where I will be telling Maribel about her birth mother. I'm still nervous about it, not sure why but I'm sure my mom was nervous too when she told me. All I remember is that I have always known that I was adopted and thought to to be so cool that I had two moms. Hey, I still think it's cool!
I was going through some old pictures and packing the things away for storage when I came across this photo of my Mom holding me soon after she got me. Yup, I was a little chunker still am but that's okay ;0)

It's almost been 3 years since a Florida judge banged his gavel giving Joseph and I full parental rights and priveledges to our beautiful little red head. Not a day goes by that I don't say a private Thank You to our Father in Heaven for blessing me with the awesome responsability of being a mother to one of his precious children.

Some close ups to the Both layout just click on the photo to get a closer look ;0)
I sculpted the needle and spool using polymer clay then  baked it with the pins inside. I love making mini things with clay, there's something extra special when you make things mini heehee. I made the roses too and used a butt load of Glossy Accents, I'm sure if I used less then I did it would have been fine, but I can't stop once I start. I need to invest in stock in Glossy Accents, I think...
Happy Monday!

I'll post the winner of the little Dear Lizzy covered inspiration book next ;0)



Lisa and DJ said...

What a beautiful thing to document. You are the perfect person to help Maribel understand and appreciate the beauty of adoption.

PamelaM said...

Could Maribel look comfier in your arms. Such a sweet, sweet picture. I am sure you will never forget the sound of the gavel from that day. It's probably music to your ears. I didn't realize until a few days ago that you are adopted.

Love your layout and maybe someday M will be scrapping her own story.

Julie said...

I had never heard this poem.It is wonderful.I love,love,love your layout.Maribel is so fortunate.

Marianna said...

What a sweet and profound poem. Maribel is so lucky to have two moms and for one of them to be you. Beautiful layout too... you made my eyes get all teary :oP