When you overcome the "battle of the mothers", you can consider yourself successful. It is an ongoing war between my birth mother and my adopted mother. This is the kind of war
that doesn't seem to have an end. I feel trapped in a box and neither one of them notices that I exist.
Many of my battles have to do with the mothers. I am expected to choose. How can I choose? Between the woman who gave me life, or the woman who raised me? How is this fair
to me? How can I pick between two women that I love with all my heart? Well lets just say I got tired of being stuck in the middle, so I decided to make a choice. Of course this
choice wouldn't be easy, and I knew someone would get hurt. I wanted to make sure it wasn't me.
I sat down and really thought about this situation, and I came up with a lot of good questions. Who taught me that education is the best way? Who raised me to be the frearless,
independant, strong willed woman I am today? Who held me when I was scared. Who was there when I walked across the stage to get my deploma? All of these things meant the
world to me, and there was only one person who was there. My adopted mom.
So I decided that I shouldn't have to think about this any longer. I know that Cathy gave birth to me, but it was Kelly who raised me. In my eyes she is my mom. So this weeks
success came from the battle of the mothers. I'm glad I chose Kelly.
By: Shawna Leggett
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