I added a new page, under my “about me”, aka .be patient, god’s not done with me yet.
I have a red folder that was given to my parents when I was adopted. It was a letter from my foster mom. I was in foster care from newborn to 3 months, when I was adopted.
I don’t have anything from my birth mother, except an age and her occupation. Nothing on my birth father, except that he was “unknown”.
But this folder, I cling to. It’s a glimpse into how much I was loved and cared for during the first 3 months of life. It is very important to me.
And now I can see it any time I want, without having to dig out the actual folder.
I copied it word for word, grammatical errors and all. I go back and forth on whether or not I would like to find/meet my birth mother. I intellectually know and understand that being adopted is such a blessing, but emotionally I haven’t been able to wrap my mind or my heart around it. Especially after having 3 children of my own. Maybe I’m selfish, but I just could not give up my children. It was an option I was vehemently against when faced with the unplanned arrival of Brianna.
I have a special place in my heart for my foster mother though. I can’t quite explain it, other than I know how very much I was loved by her.
Anyway, if you get a chance, you should read it. I will always cherish it.