It’s today, birth mother, the anniversary of our adoption of our son…your son. Somehow, this year, it sort of snuck up on me. The moment I realized it, I thought of you.
Our son is growing up too fast. I look at him sometimes and wonder where that curly blonde-haired boy went. I imagine, though, that you might think the same thing.
He does not want to snuggle as much as he used to. Forget about hugging me in public. No, those days are just a memory. However, he still carries within him the same sweetness, loyalty, and love that he has always possessed. I suspect, or at least I hope, these things will not fade as his youthful spring turns into an aging summer.
It’s today, birth mother, the anniversary of one of the most significant experiences in my life, and yet, I’m thinking of you. It is odd, you know…two strangers whose lives greatly differ; yet, forever sewn together by the tapestry of a child. Honestly, I cannot think of anything more beautiful.
Our son is smart, athletic, creative, and just a wonderful child. His heart always seems to land in the right spot, even though his actions may not show it. Behind that urging to fit in, be just “one of the guys”, and deal with the pressure of growing up in today’s society, is a boy whose future is full of adventures.
As I watch him develop, I gaze at his features, consider his personality, and marvel at his being. That’s my job…to admire, to ponder, and to be amazed by him. However, it was once your job as well, and that is something I will never forget.
It’s today, birth mother. Today is the day the gavel fell and he was declared mine forever. Do you want to know something? Despite the legalities of it all, I still believe that he will also be forever your’s. How can I not feel this way?
I wasn’t there when he entered this world. I didn’t hold him on my chest when he was breathing Earthly air for the first time. I didn’t name him. While this has grieved me some through the years, I cannot help but be thankful that you had those moments…those precious, unforgettable moments.
I don’t regret anything, birth mother. No. Instead, I am forever changed by the time we had together while we were all navigating the world of foster care. The system isn’t pretty. I know that you understand that so well. It doesn’t create too many divine moments. However, what happened between you, our son, and I was splendid. The system cannot define it.
Today, birth mother, is the anniversary of our adoption. Today, birth mother, I not only celebrate my son, but I also honor who you are, what you meant to me during our foster care journey, and how much you mean to me now.
Our son is wonderful. He is everything you hoped he would be. And that, birth mother, fills my heart with gratitude, contentment, and delight.