One and Only Parents

I have to admit, sometimes I watch, that train wreck of a television show, Teen Mom. It is hard not to be judgmental of these girls. I try not to but I can't help it, c'mon I'm not perfect. My issue though is with the look at adoption.

One of the young girls gave her child up for adoption. I completely applaud her for that. But I am not for open adoptions. Although that is just my personal opinion. I have done no study on the subject so I am not an expert, what I am is a child of adoption.

I was adopted in November 1970, by my parents. They are the only parents I know and will ever know. There may be a man and woman out there that I share DNA with but it could never be compared to the things I share with my parents. And there will only be 1 person I call Moma and 1 person I call Dad.

So the question is what makes a parent? Everybody has an answer, so what is the right one. That is another blog because this is always an ongoing subject in my life.