Not to worry, I didn't think that was your intention! To bash birth moms that is.
Funny, I did not really feel like my son's mom until after reunion. He was by then a bouncing baby boy of nearly 32 years old! But, I began to feel like one of his mothers, the moment I knew that he was searching for me. Until then all my feelings for him were buried. It's sorta weird in a way, I now know that I am his mother - always have been - but, he has another mother too.
About the only really terribly maternal thing he'll allow me to do now though is bake him cookies. His other mom doesn't like to cook. So once in a while I bake him cookies and FedEx them to him!
P.S. Thanks for the hug!
