God and Jetfire Quotes

“One afternoon we sat together on my futon and cried, knowing we were crying for our own exclusive concerns, and out of compassion for each other. We were tragically enmeshed; each the source of the other's pain, each the threshold of the other's future. We stood like tired boxers, clinging to each other to stop the beating. I could end her suffering, some of it, but only at my own expense. She was the only one who could see the magnitude of what was happening. She wasn't telling me it was somehow good for me. She knew what was at stake; she was weighing it every moment. We were two pieces in a puzzle that were negotiating the exact shape of the cut that would at once connect and divide us. We were pressing at each other through a curtain to establish the precise profile of our grief.”
― Amy Seek, God and Jetfire: Confessions of a Birth Mother

“But shouldn't they be cultivating visions of openness that had the same neon joy and optimism as their idealized dreams of parenthood? If they could imagine rocking my baby to sleep every night, was it so difficult to think about having me over for lunch now and then?”
― Amy Seek, God and Jetfire: Confessions of a Birth Mother

“And another eternity to contemplate: I would never, ever, ever be my son’s mother.”
― Amy Seek, God and Jetfire: Confessions of a Birth Mother

“But the most fantastic thing was touching him. No one was watching, and I wasn’t thinking about whether it was okay or whether it made him or anyone else uncomfortable, or whether I was allowed to express my love like that, without restraint.”
― Amy Seek, God and Jetfire: Confessions of a Birth Mother