Adoption Guilt: a random rambling.

Sarah Elton
Sep 6, 2018 · 2 min read

Guilt. I have it (somedays). Why? I don’t know. I do know… I guess. A child born to another woman calls ME mom (two in fact). This statement is both beautiful and tragic. Tragic. And beautiful. Is that fair? What did I ever do to deserve this honor?

I can hear murmurings from a kid show coming from downstairs (We rarely let our kids watch tv. Would SHE let him watch more tv?). 3 of our 5 kids are down…

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Sarah Elton

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Wife. Mother to 5 kids (5 and under). Adoption advocate. World traveler. Adventure seeker. Lover of Freddie Mercury, holey jeans, and big sunglasses.

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