Adoptive Mom. One minute placed on a pedestal too high for my liking, and the next in a mad free-fall, splat on the ground. A hero or villain, neither of which reflect who I truly am.

Adoption. It’s not about giving a child a home, a hand-up. It’s not about helping a woman survive an untimely pregnancy and birth. It’s about growing up, and realizing we were never meant to be their savior.