As I grow older, I have a growing curiosity about my other half. My dad did a wonderful job raising me, and I wouldn't change it for the world, but at the same time there is a growing curiosity about my other half.
My biological mother had me at 16, and it was just too young.
A woman can produce what no man can: a child.
My adoptive mother always wanted to meet my biological mother.
If a man adopt a child and to his name as son, and rear him, this grown son can not be demanded back again.
A mother is always a mother, since a mother is a biological fact, whilst a father is a movable feast.
My real mom had two kids, my half-sister Tara and my half-brother Clint. When I was growing up Clint was a big wrestling fan and he instilled that into me. I was immediately encapsulated with everything pro wrestling.
I realized that so much of the pressure I was feeling was from outside sources, and I knew I wasn't ready to take that step into motherhood. [...] Being a biological mother just isn't part of my experience this time around.
Naturally, people are curious about how my real mom feels about me having a TV mom.
It doesn't matter if a child comes to you or through you. That love is still the same. You are still a mother.
I have a very non-existent, dysfunctional relationship with my biological mother.
I wanted a baby of color, to be honest, because I wasn't attached to the idea that I look like the biological mother. I liked the idea of the adoption being clear; it was and is not something I am interested in hiding.
