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I imagine that motherhood [for most] is a responsibility like no other and a privilege not to be taken lightly. I presume that motherhood is a daily activity- a trial and error and trial, again and again. Each day is a new beginning, yet a continuation of the one before. A constant hum of love, learning, regret, more love, understanding, evolving, nurturing, more love, joy, sorrow, smiles, tears, laughs, pain, bliss, frustration, peace, and more love. A process that never ends, a constant refiners fire, an adventure with great rewards, and unknown mysteries around every corner.

For me, motherhood is a culmination of all the possible emotions and experiences from a lifetime of raising children, all rolled into one intense moment, one moment so emotionally raw, tender, profound and exquisite, that there are no written words for me to ever accurately describe it. That bittersweet moment of ultimate motherhood, when I placed my child into the open loving arms of his parents.

Some call the choice to place a child for adoption heroic, some call it sacrifice, some call it tragic, some call it a mistake, some call it a miracle, some call it a gift, some call it love…

I now call it ‘motherlove’.

As a mother, I took my responsibility very seriously; I understood what was best for my child and with all my mothering love, I chose accordingly. 

For me, that’s what ‘motherhood’ is.

Over the years I have been able to share a motherhood with another woman- my mother partner. It is a unique bond that few get to share, a unique love that few get to foster, and a treasured experience that few ever get to live. How blessed we are, blessed by motherhood; motherlove.