Dear Birth Mom,
As I wake this morning and spend a few minutes alone, I know we are thinking about each other today. The day our son turns five years old. I don’t know your name, and you don’t know mine. We have never seen a photo of each other, never exchanged a word, do not even know how to find each other. And, before anyone else wakes up and the celebrating begins, I sit here in my living room crying in wonder for what I have received and grieving for what you have lost.
The orphanage did not have any information about you to share with us. But, I tell our son what I
Julia, your letter is so beautiful! Thank you for sharing it.
I wrote one to my last baby’s birth mother, too. How I wish society would honour the women who choose to give their children life, even if they can’t raise them.
Beautifully written.