Becoming a mother through adoption has been an incredible journey. My husband and I adopted two boys, five weeks and two cities apart. They’re our version of twins. Choosing this route (or sometimes, this route choosing you) obviously means that some things that come naturally in biological parent-child relationships require sacrifice and a little creativity. Having always wanted to become a mother, I held onto images of what that would look like -- pregnancy, birth, nursing. With our boys coming to us through adoption, I had to let go of those images and allow new ones of an adoptive family to enter in. I also had to let go of feelings of inadequacy and embrace a different style. But that didn’t mean I didn’t grieve the loss of breastfeeding and physical bonding, it was still real, and that’s OK. I yearned to physically bond with my baby; I just had to think beyond the boob!