I haven‘t spoken to you in years but I think about you almost every day. You are in my prayers but on days like today...I tangibly grieve for you.
Without you we wouldn’t have our daughters. Today one of them has a birthday...the day you birthed her into this life after 9 long months. You carried her and she formed in your womb but legally she is my daughter. My name now on her birth certificate listed as mom, her last name, mine.
The hands we both have been dealt with in this life are very different. The people we are and the choices we have made to bring us to where we are today, they are more than worlds apart. But we share motherhood, of the same children.
Your womb carried them. Your blood courses through their veins. I raise them and teach them and parent them. My girls where birthed to me from your trauma and the beauty from those ashes are miraculous and painful. I know this is hard to talk about, but I feel it’s so necessary to acknowledge.
Foster care removed them from you but brought them to me. Adoption legally erased you, but created me.
We are both critical to Gods plan. We are both the fundamentally the most important person our children will ever have known.
We are both Mom.
Happy birthday. Mom