Two Kinds of Love

Our excitement was nearly indescribable, even though we were by no means new to the world of parenting. Standing transfixed at the window, the three of us watched as the huge jetliner that carried our precious cargo taxied to the gate. All lives concerned were about to change dramatically - for parents and sibling, a little person whom we had yet to meet would join our family and become a forever part of it. For a tired five-month- old that had traveled nearly fifteen hours from a distant land, strangers would soon become her lifeline.

A kind, Korean-speaking woman exited the plane with baby and a few belongings in tow. She smiled and nodded nervously, quickly transferring the pink-faced little girl into my arms. I would never see the woman again, but the child was now my own. Dark brown eyes met my blues, and with a deep, weary sigh baby Lauren placed her head on my chest and went to sleep.

That was twenty-four years ago - and she's still my baby! Strong-willed and feisty she was (and is); butting heads more than once with her equally determined Norwegian "Mama". But how I love this girl!! Beautiful, talented, charming, witty...she is a wonderful blend of goodness and graciousness - derived from both biological and adoptive influences.

I've often wondered about the woman that gave birth to my Lauren. I do not know her, yet motherhood brings our two different worlds...our two kinds of love...together. If I were ever afforded the opportunity to share my story of adopting her child, I would start by thanking her, from the deepest part of my heart. She gave my daughter life; and I was given the privilege to teach her how to live it. She planted the seed of talent; and I was able to provide the opportunities for Lauren to express her creativity. We both played a significant role in who our child has become today; a lovely young woman with a love and appreciation for her family...and her heritage.