A Note to My Birthmother

A Note To My Birthmother
Jessica's Birthmother Story of Open Adoption
A Transformative Event: An Adoptive Parent's Story

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

A Note To My Birth Mom..
40 years ago today (the very moment this post went live) I know exactly where you were. My non-id information says you requested not to see me when I arrived because you were afraid you would lose your resolve. You were a 20-something waitress that had recently relocated from the east coast and dated a customer that was charming and sweet. When you told him you were pregnant with me you never saw him again. You were already struggling to make ends meet and totally alone.

There are no words...

I can't even begin to imagine how beyond petrified you must have been. You could've found someone and gotten rid of me. No harm no foul (or so they would like you to believe). You searched your soul and chose life. My life.

There are no words...

You went to the office to relinquish your rights a few weeks after my birth and had almost talked yourself into keeping me. You struggled to make the right decision but in the end, knew deep down you could not give me the life you thought I deserved. It took you some time to compose yourself before leaving that day. It's a snapshot in time of a girl whose heart is completely broken because she so loves and wants to protect a little soul that she knew for 9 months. One she had never laid eyes on.

There are no words...