“You can’t have it both ways. Mother/Child separation for any reason is tragic” Well written.

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Mary Cassatt young mother nursing her child oil on canvas 1906

Mary Cassatt, 1906


When I was born, my mother did not know. She had been drugged into unconsciousness. The doctor may have thought it was easier for her that way, but he didn’t give her a choice. It certainly was more convenient for him. My needs were not considered. After all, I was being cared for by the efficient nursing staff at St Joseph Hospital, and soon I would be taken to my forever home by my real parents. That I was wrenched out a week early for non-medical reasons was of no consequence. My birth mother was expected to go away and forget, but mostly just go away.

By qualifying “birth” to “mother” is she lessened in your eyes? Has she been reduced to the incubator, the breeder, only necessary to produce the commodity? Is my adoptive mother superior? It would be my legal mother who named me…

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