Dear Birth Mother

In honor of National Adoption Day and Month

I think about you everyday.  Every time that I look at these children, you are in my thoughts.  Never, for one moment, did I not want you in my head like you are.  I think about what you gave to us.  Two of you had a plan.  One of you had no choice.  Still, you do receive the photos that I send to you.  And I keep safe, the letters and the photos that you send to us.  One day we'll meet and we'll be best friends.  Take my word for it.

These children are everything to us.  They are our lives. Our Simple Lives.  If not for my old photos, I would forget what my life was before them.  They take everything from me.  Or perhaps I give too much of myself.  Either way, I'm dog-tired.  But when they are not here, I am lost.  What will I do when they are grown and gone? Since I live and breathe them, I fear that I will become nothing and might simply float away.

As it is, two of them are growing up faster than I care to think.  Yesterday, I carried them around in a sack while I vacuumed the house.  Then I blinked and today, I escorted one to a school dance.  That was fast!  No, I don't want them to be babies again.  It's just hard to believe that I'll have a teenager soon.

I had no idea how to parent when I began this journey in 2000.  But quickly,  I learned the ropes.  Now I'm an old pro.

For you that planned this life out for your children, I pray that you are still pleased with that decision.  And for you who struggled to hold onto your children, please know that they are safe and loved.  And when that day comes when you finally see them again, I promise you that you will be quite pleased with how your babies turned out.  Even though you didn't raise them, you gave them a beautiful life.  And that's what good Mothers are suppose to do.

You are not forgotten.
Your Friend, m.