birthmotherlog

I think about my son every day.  I see him in little boys I see at the grocery store. 
I see him in the mirror, as he looks a lot like me. 

I chose a semi-open adoption, primarily for the sakes of the adoptive couple.  I wanted them to feel secure in the situation, and that I wasn’t going to just pop in or call.  I wanted a mediator.  I chose to have all contact channelled through the adoption agency, including pictures on request.  Sometimes they send me photos without me asking, which truly brightens my day.  I put the pictures in an album and to flip through it is to see him grow from a buddah-bellied baby to the lean, outgoing seven year old he has become. 

 The photos are usually accompanied by hand-written letters, updating me on his school life, activities he enjoys, books he’s read.  These truly make my life rich.  I know he is having so much fun with this semi-affluent couple I chose to raise my son. 

The photos show a happy, tanned young boy skateboarding, digging in the sand at the beach, and rolling on the ground with the two collies the family has.  The father has two older sons from a previous marriage, the youngest a senior in high school.  I was glad for that, as I think having siblings teaches you many valuable things in life.

 I was glad he had a family.

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