Dear Birthmother

 

To the Woman who gave birth to my daughter,

We have never met but we have a very strong connection. I am the mother of the girl you gave birthday to on September 6th. I know nothing about you and I’m sure you know less than nothing about me, but I want to let you know about her. I suspect you have thought about her from time to time…if not always. She does not bear any physical resemblance to anyone else in her family, but she is beautiful inside and out. We have been on so many adventures that would not have happened, if not for her. She has suffered losses and setbacks: deaths in the family, loss of pets, loss of friends, difficulties at school, troubles at jobs. Despite all that, she cares deeply, loves deeply and hurts deeply with her whole heart. She is faithful to a fault. I struggle when I see her struggle, but she has proven strong and resilient. She is dependable and reliable. She is also musically talented. She would tell you that she has a great family. She feels safe and healthy. She is proud to have a full time job and some really good friends. Most days, she’s just happy. Her greatest disappointment in life was being betrayed by a best friend. This was the one person she trusted and promised that she would never leave. This was a devastating loss and sometimes wolves wear sheep clothing. Her goals are to pay her own way in life and be happy with what she has. She says she does not want to rely on anyone else but herself for her own happiness. She refers to herself as feisty and aggressive. I feel she is determined to make a good life for herself. She is a good person and we have blessed by her presence in our lives. Thank you for making that presence possible. 

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