I remember being told, many moons ago, by a mother that I could never understand what it is to truly love a child until I've had one of my own.
I can't tell you how much this has chewed away at me over the years ...
How can anyone make that assumption? How can anyone assume to know the capacity of someone else's heart? Are they saying that adopted parents have an inferior love for their children? Or that adopted children have never felt the full force of true maternal love??
I am six weeks away from the birth of my first (and very much longed for) child, and I still disagree with the statement. I can imagine it's a different kind of love, but certainly not an inferior kind.
Ask me again when I'm holding the precious little peanut in my arms ... but I really don't think I'll feel any differently.