The Reflection of your Eye

 

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This is my eye. Upon close inspection, you can see the window reflections of Gallery of Diamonds. If the camera was angled differently, my newest book and photos of our mother’s appreciation contest would also be detected. You might also see my new mothers jewelry designs.

During the last twenty-five years it has been a challenge to separate two passions of my life. The first passion is creating the awareness of adoptees who are left in the darkness of ancestral bewilderment. The second passion is to continue the fairytale legacy of the Why Mom Deserves a Diamond contest. Some think I began the contest from the jubilation of finding my birthmother. The truth is I was still searching for the woman who gave birth to me. The contest began at a time my life was filled with the largest abyss of doubt. It began during the possibility that I would never know how I originated on this planet. Whether or not I would ever meet this mystery woman, I wanted kids to express their love and appreciation for their mothers.

I was fortunate in being adopted by loving parents. I may have been loved more fervently than kids who are born from biological parents. I was held, squeezed, and given extraordinary affection. I never doubted who was my mom. Her name was Martha. She and my dad drove to an Indianapolis hospital the third day after I was born. They signed the necessary adoption papers and gave me a warm home in Southern Indiana. Like me, they never saw my birthmother.

It was the love and understanding of my adoptive mom that taught me compassion toward my birthmother, Betty Price. At 22 years old, after giving birth to two previous children, Betty signed a form to forever relinquish me to another set of parents. On that cold day in February, 1958, I would be severed from my birthmother and my brother and sister. I have no doubt she would have loved me. How could anyone not love me? I’m sure she weighed her options and did what she thought was correct at that time. I have convinced myself it was an act of love.

For those who have experienced the mother and child experience of the Why Mom Deserves a Diamond contest, I want to express that it began with a deeper love than one might presume. What began humbly in honor of both my mothers evolved into a necessary ingredient of our society, and that is to express our gratitude for all moms.

I have searched for my birthmother for most of my life. It is no wonder “mother” reflects back from my eye. Knowing we are loved gives us the will to conquer the universe in a positive way. Not knowing this love that can make us savages.

Now, take a picture of your eye. Look closely, what reflections do you see? Please post your picture here.

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