Am I Cherished by You?

Translated…
I’d always felt, somewhat uncomfortable, when the kindergarten teachers called the children in the class “bay”, this sort of kin-like referring to someone, goes beyond the professional relationship; last week, I’d heard about a man in his thirties, and was still referred to by his mother as “baby”, it’d, surprised me.

together, as a happy family!
I am, one of the limited case of single adoptions success stories, my child is already four, and he’d never felt that he was, any different compared to the rest of his classmates. As I adopted him, he was just three-months old, I’d watched the changes in him every day and night, and I’d always felt surprised, at how fast he’s growing up. As he’d turned one, I’d started telling him at bed time, “You are mommy’s baby”. By three, he’d started using questions, “Who, is mommy’s baby?”, he’d answered loudly, “I am mommy’s baby!”, then, “Whose baby is mommy?”, he’d immediately rephrased, “My baby!”
And, I’d intentionally interacted with him using the term “baby”, because I know, that the two of us would need an even STRONGER bond than regular mothers and their own young, that way, we can defend ourselves against the world outside; for instance, there’s the case of how the adopted son abused his adoptive parents, or after the inheritances were handed out, and the child spent it all away, and stopped contacting the adopted parents, as well as those from around, constantly, tried, to challenge the relationships of the adopted parents and children.
There were, about over a thousand newborn children waiting to get adopted in Taiwan yearly, and we all know, that children who grow up in normal homes fared way better than those children who were left in orphanages or group homes, but, there’s that stubbornness that Taiwanese society has with the blood ties, making a lot of children waiting to get adopted out, not able to find a proper home. And, all of these cases challenged the assumptions of the society, as well as my own beliefs, I believe, that the parent-child relations are established after birth and learned, and that the interaction that came after birth is way more important than the blood ties.

adoptive parents who loved their adopted child like their own…
Actually, there are, a lot of wonderful cases of successful adoption families, when I’d told others that my son was adopted, many others disclosed to me, that they’d, adopted their children too, all of these individuals, worked in different sectors, police officers, pharmacy owners, vendors, or city councilmen. It’s just, that in the past, the adults would hide the truth from the young, believing, that once the children knew, it would, cause damage to their personalities or spirits. But, I’d often think, are the children going to get hurt by the facts that they were, adopted, or from the harsh words from outside? As my son becomes an adult, if he still felt that part of him that was missing, and needed to find it again, I will, support him all the way. Because I love him, and I don’t want his life to have any incompletes.
So, this, is the love, of an adoptive mom, and, there’s still this HUGE taboo about adoption here, and because, the children that someone adopts has NO blood ties with the individual, we automatically believe, that the adoptive parents can’t be kind to children who aren’t related to them by blood, which is totally untrue, there are, a lot of adoptive parents who loved their young dearly, even IF their children aren’t related to them by blood, and this, would be an example of that, the love of a mother, for her own adopted son.