[KappaKittyCat]

I cannot even begin to imagine how you might feel. I can only offer this thought as a small comfort.

When my parents decided that they wanted a little sister or brother for me, they were shocked to be told that my mother could no longer have children. Furthermore, by rights, I should not have even existed. My parents decided that they were not going to take that "no" for an answer. It took until I was 7 years old, but in 1988 we adopted my brother from Paraguay. He was 28 days old. The general sentiment in our family is that my brother was destined to be my brother and my parents' son from the moment he was conceived. I guess what I'm trying to say is that biology doesn't matter when forming a family. All that matters is love. You obviously have so much of it to give, and there are so many wonderful children out there who are in dire need of it. A perfect match if I've ever seen one.

My brother used to have this poem embroidered, hanging on his wall (he's since decided that he's too macho for it, so my mom has it up in her room). I think it about sums up anything I could hope to tell you.

Legacy of an Adopted Child

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 your tears.

One sought for you a home that she could not provide.
The other prayed for a child and her hope was not denied.

And now you ask me, through your tears,
The age-old question unanswered through the years.

Heredity or environment, which are you a product of?
Neither, my darling. Neither. Just two different kinds of Love.