I have spent my entire life NOT thinking about those first 8 or so months of my life. Was I taken care of, loved, nurtured....I don't know. Was I picked up and comforted when I cried, was I ever picked up at all? Did someone cry when I was taken away. Did I know? I will never know the answers to these and other questions.
How have those months impacted my life or have they at all? I know who I am, as much as anybody does. But would I be somebody different had my circumstances been different? My Mom tells me that I was a very happy baby, inquisitive, crawling, responsive. That sounds like a baby who has been in a loving environment, or perhaps a baby freed from a repressive one.
Both of my youngest sons were adopted. Both left the hospital of their birth with their parents. They don't even question where they belong. They know. Despite the difficulties of their parents, they know now, have always known and will always know that they are loved unconditionally and will never lack for affection, understanding and love.
I feel that way about my own life. Did I the first eight months of my life?
I don't know, but I suppose it doesn't matter.
Much.
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