“You fight your battles in the world, but you close your door and there’s comfort,” she said. “Now there was no door to close. I wanted to meet another family with a dwarf child, and I wanted to meet a happy adult. I kept in constant motion until I found them. Then I began to breathe again.” Excerpt from Far From The Tree by Andrew Solomon
I’m a surrogate baby. To be specific, a traditional surrogate baby meaning that my birthmom is my genetic mother. I’ve never met another surrogate who knew that they were surrogate babies. I have, on one occasion, met someone who I was told was a surrogate but didn’t know. Having spoken with a variety of adopted people turned friends, I realized there’s a lot in common between the two but… it’s different. Reading this quote made me realize that I should write about this more because…
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