Its just occurred to me after reading Kelli's post that I am actually in the unique
albiet lonely posistion of having placed a child in a closed adoption and watching her grow up since she was placed with neighbors, that I can answer some of the age old "missing my Moms smell, heartbeat etc." stuff that I do not believe.
As I have often posted I was Tovia's neighbor for the first 14 years of her life, and while I knew this SHE was never told nor did she ever smell my perky boobies and guess. She accepted me simply as her nieghbor, church member, daughter of her Orthodontist and later her Jr. High Schools Principal and nothing more. she and her sister Keri, my oldest, went to play groups together and not once did she cling to Keri's leg and beg to be share her swing as they were deeply bonded by the womb that once housed each of them; as the Primal Wound stuff would suggest. She didn't even know she was adopted until she was 23 and even then she didn't know it was me. The Sundays she sat in the pew behind me I am amazed she didn't respond to the call of my beating heart over the music from the organ and have a sensory flashback and run over and plop down on my lap...
ok..I AM BEING SILLY, but you get my drift...MissyM