I have a friend who is working through the incredibly glorious and painful process of caring for a newly adopted daughter.
On the good days, she would tell you about the unspeakable joy that comes when the barriers of blood and DNA dissolve in the baptism of true family that comes through love. On the hard days, she has to endure the incredibly violating pain of watching this little human look at her and reject her love as insufficient because of that DNA. The oceans this mom has crossed, the scars she bears that declare her love and evidence her intention – all are dismissed as inadequate.
