The son I placed for adoption wasn't mine, and he isn't theirs (his parents'), any more than I am my own. We all belong to the One who created us. And because we are all His, we belong to each other.
Having a relationship with a birthmom is a lot like having a relationship with a human.
Had I loved him any LESS -one ounce less- he would be with me now! My love for him was the only power that could enable me to break my own heart. I didn't just feel love; I did what love dictated.