Have you ever wished that today could be tomorrow?
“When a baby looks around, it’s such a sight. If he or she could only speak, they would have much to say about how they feel knowing that their mother has gone away. When I was a child, I lay awake thinking profound thoughts about my mother, wondering why she was no longer by my side. Something deep-seated and intangible about her absence caused my heart to ache. Crying out in my sleep, I’d softly moan, ‘My heart bleeds for you. It has been many days since I was born, but your sacred voice still rings inside. Why have you forsaken me? When are you coming back for me?’” Judith Land

“My entire life, I have been driven by an insatiable desire to find my roots, discover my true identity, and restore friendly relations with my biological parents. When I finally reunited with them, the reality of meeting them in the flesh exceeded my wildest childhood fantasies. Getting to know them gradually and over time has been a storybook ending and a magical “affair of the heart.” Judith Land
Feeling stagnant and restless, I dreamed of rendezvousing with my biological mother in sweet bliss, an “affaire de coeur” before I part this life, before the flower heads of youth blanch and wilt, slowly wither and gradually fade away. A wholesome life free of strife is a sacred concept that brings new meaning to my days on earth and helps me get through any weather. I whimsically long for the clouds to clear and sun rays to peak through. I want the tower bells to ring, sounding an alarm about a bona fide love for someone who is missing, and send a message of hope to the outcast child wanting to know why it ended this way.
I get restless when the sky is cheerless and despairing, always raining in my heart. Darkened clouds overhead, dripping endlessly on my head. Feeling the stillness of the night, I never think precisely correct. I’m frightened and confused about my plight and easily overcome by endless dreams of fantastic things that may never happen. My life is an infinite delay of creeping days and endless hours of sleepless nights. Lacking a clear perspective of worldliness and sophistication, I’m simultaneously overcome with the pain of yesterday’s sorrow and disheartened by feelings of hopelessness when dreaming of tomorrow. I pray to God both day and night, “Is this the circle of life that I should expect to go on forever? I would go anywhere, do anything, to catch a glimpse of her.”
I’ve seen ephemeral summer clouds gently floating overhead, pink apple blossoms in springtime, and autumn foliage ablaze in multiple hues of red and orange. I’ve heard birds happily chirping to attract a mate and dogs and cats spitting. I’ve marveled at lightning storms, rainbows, and deep snow as the seasons pass. I’ve gazed at my reflection in a deep blue lake of glass and felt the power of thunderous ocean waves rolling in. I’ve felt the warmth of the sun’s rays at dawn, and when the sun becomes a red ball of flame and turns the horizon pink, I robotically pour myself another drink.
With love, Judith Land
Responses to “Adoption—An Affair of the Heart.”
“Our lack of acquaintance and familiarity triggers desperate feelings of heartfelt pain, salty tears, and sorrowful rain. Leisure isn’t fun anymore. Feelings of being unheralded, anonymous, isolated, and alone set my mood. Enduring endless days, lonesome nights, and a marathon of ceaseless dreaming is what my life is all about. Boundless days and endless nights—an infinite cycle of déjà vu day after day, season after season. I am an adoptee who feels the plight of the orphaned refugee. I don’t even know my parents’ names. Seeking eternal bliss, I whimsically dream of effectuating a heavenly love affair of the heart and the healing peace of mind a mother-daughter reunion would make. I am restless and would be forever grateful and feel fulfilled and whole if, by happenstance, some kindred soul would expose my aching heart to my ma and pa.” Judith Land
The YouTube video below captures some of my favorite adoption quotes.










Truly one of the most beautiful pieces I’ve ever read. Cheryl Anderson
Beautiful and heartwrenching. Geraldine Cronin
I know what you mean. In my case, when I found her, there really wasn’t anything tangible. She never accepted any responsibility for what went wrong. She lived in a dreamland. Sharon Scott
I never felt like an outcast until I met my biological mother. Indeed, that is precisely what I was to her. Suzanne McKinney Sanders
Your writing is beautiful. I wish I could write like you. You write in ways that describe precisely how I feel. Connie Luck
You are a significant person to me. I relate to everything you have to say about adoption. You are an inspiration to many of us in the adoption community. Maggie Lambert
The things you write about family relationships inspire me. You are an inspiration to many of us in the adoption world. Things don’t always turn out perfect. There are good and bad people, but you are filled with optimism and always give us hope. Beth Wood, UK
This is a note of gratitude to let you know how much I appreciate your excellent work as a writer to let the world know what it’s like to be an adoptee. You’re a very positive person. No wonder your birth mother welcomed you back into her arms—who won’t? Vanessa
Your book Adoption Detective changed my life for the better. You have given me the confidence to become a better person regardless of how others treated me in the past. I love your blogs, too. Sue Morris
Judith Land, you are a blessing. You gave me the confidence to think and act for myself. I feel better about my place in the world and my relationships with others. I’m much more forgiving of others after listening to what you say. Mary Westlake
You have the power of healing for us adoptees. I wish to sit beside you in a flower garden and soak up the sunshine. Rick Miller
Our book club loved your adoption story. You stimulated a lot of discussion. We also like the blogs you post about adoption. Mira Hopkins, California
My birth mother called me from England asking for forgiveness after reading your book “Adoption Detective: Memoir of an Adopted Child.” I was shocked because I was from a closed adoption. I never knew my mother’s name or where she lived. I was overwhelmed with appreciation for you, knowing that your book positively changed her perception of me. I was nervous, but our reunion was genuinely memorable and life-altering. Anne Wilson