Once a year, there’s a special day dedicated to celebrating mothers, a day when my family goes all out to make me feel cherished. My kids surprise me with breakfast in bed and handmade jewelry. Who doesn’t love cold toaster waffles alongside necklaces crafted from elbow macaroni? This brief moment that shines the spotlight on me is a refreshing change from my daily routine of preparing snacks, wiping noses, and chasing away imaginary monsters lurking in closets.
Yet, as Mother’s Day approaches, my thoughts turn to a woman I will likely never meet. My son is adopted, having been left behind just two days after his birth, likely due to medical needs that his birth family couldn’t manage. I find myself pondering his beginnings, the stories woven into his genetics, and the reasons behind the choice that led to his abandonment. His life, in many ways, began when we met at a bustling government office, with him being three years old.
However, it’s much deeper than that. His journey didn’t start the day he entered my life. Although I may never know the details of his origins, I hold space for the mother who came before me. So, I pen this letter to an unknown woman who occupies my thoughts every Mother’s Day, every birthday, and countless other days in between. During this time of celebrating motherhood, I can’t help but think of my son’s birth mother.
I find myself reflecting on your choices. Walking away from your sick child must have been an agonizing decision, one that I cannot fathom. I like to believe that you watched over him, hoping that someone would notice your baby and ensure he was safe. While I struggle to understand your decision, I do not judge you. I can only imagine the tears you shed that day. I hope that, as time has passed, your pain has eased, even if that hope is perhaps unrealistic.
To say I think about you often would be an understatement. I wonder if you find peace. Do you ever think of him? Do you wonder about my life? I wish I could assure you that he is happy, healthy, and thriving. I wish you could feel the depth of my love for him.
At this point, he doesn’t inquire about you, but I know that day will come. I long to communicate with you, to understand what you would like him to know about his heritage. I spend countless moments imagining what you look like, how you sound, and whether you possess a sense of adventure or an unforgettable laugh.
I wish you could know that I think of you when he experiences significant milestones—like starting school or riding his first bike—as well as the small joys, like helping me bake cookies. I want you to feel assured that you are remembered and that in my own unique way, I love you.
People often say he is fortunate, and while you might agree, I feel incredibly lucky. I wish you could see that he is happy and secure, and I promise we will always remember you. You are the one person I would love to meet, even though I know that it’s unlikely. I find myself thinking of you in quiet moments, wondering if you think of me in return.
Someone once mentioned that I changed his destiny, but honestly, he has transformed mine—and so have you. Thank you for the beautiful gift you bestowed upon me this Mother’s Day.
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Summary:
This heartfelt letter reflects on the complex emotions surrounding motherhood, adoption, and the connection to a birth mother. It expresses gratitude for the journey of parenthood while honoring the sacrifices made by the birth mother, emphasizing the love shared between a child and both their mothers.