In this post, I have more from the letter "M" for my Transracial Adoption ABCs.

Moms - Adoption has a lot to do about moms. While I always say that adoption is about children first and foremost, and it is, adoption is also about moms.

It is about moms who want children, but do not have any.

It is about moms who have children, but cannot, or chose not to, care for them.

It is about moms who have children, but have a desire for more.

It is about moms who have to make heartbreaking decisions.

It is about moms who sacrifice much for the sake of the children they love.

It is about moms who don’t care about race or skin color or genetics, and moms who know that love is more important than all of those things.

It is about moms who die and leave their children behind.

It is about moms who watch their children suffer because of the awful unfairness on this planet.

It is about moms who love their children, no matter how they came to be their children.

It is about moms who love their children, and want to give them the very best life has to offer, no matter what that may be.

It is about moms who put their children’s needs before their own.

It is about moms who face incredible losses, and moms who are blessed with indescribable blessings.

Last week on Adoptionblogs.com, there was some heated discussion on moms, and how adoptive moms and birth moms see each other, judge each other and treat each other. I left a long-winded response to these posts on Sandra’s post and on Jan’s post.

I never understand why moms feel the need to pick at each other and be at battle with each other. Whether it is the working mom vs. the stay at home mom, the mom of an only child vs. the mom of a big family, or the birth mom vs. the adoptive mom, I just don’t get why so many feel the need to jab, bicker and judge.

Only another mom knows the unique and powerful peace that comes from watching your child sleep.

Only another mom knows how heart wrenching it is to see your child in pain.

Only another mom knows the panic you feel when you feel your child is in danger.

Only another mom knows the immeasurable love that comes from toddler hugs and kisses.

Only another mom knows the immense pride that you feel when you see your child succeed at something they worked hard at.

Only another mom knows the frustration of seeing your child make bad choices after you have tried to teach him the right way.

Only another mom knows the total joy that comes from hearing your child laugh, seeing him smile and watching him run and play.

Only another mom knows the heavenly feeling of having a baby lay on your chest, feeling his warm weight on you, and smelling his sweet smell.

Only another mom knows the soul-gnawing worry you have when your child is sick.

Only another mom knows the love, the powerful, undeniable, indescribable love, which we have for our children.

Birth moms and adoptive moms need to support each other. We need to try harder to understand each other, and think about where the other is coming from.

We need to work together to fight for children everywhere, especially those without mothers of their own, to make adoptions more ethical.

We need to build each other up and find the common ground that we share, the love for our children. And then we need to put our passions to good use, instead of wasting time pointing fingers and passing judgements.