Despite our day-to-day mundane life, there is a little voice in the back of my head that can be heard sometimes, telling me to be exceptional so that I live up to the role as "adoptive mom." Most of the time I'm just mom--the one who soothes my children, feeds them, listens to them, reads to them, is there for them. Other times I am aware that I am the second mom--the one who stepped in when the biological women could not be mom, no matter how badly they wanted to.
Mary, who has adopted 6 children (4 from Ethiopia) wrote a wonderful post on this. Although her daughter she was referring to is much older than my kids, I do understand what she feels. You can read it HERE.