For centuries we have armored up, thrown our capes on our backs, hauled our children on our hips, and walked not in our own trauma but the trauma of our sisterhood, our ancestors, our mothers, and the womanhood of warriors that will come after our time.
I believe the most important thing you can say to a woman who is considering adoption is — you have a choice. You always have a choice and I will support you either way.
Over the years, I have found that grief plays a role in every relationship that I have. The fear of abandonment stills rests on my chest if I allow it. I understand that life can change in an instant, and that brings more light and awareness to living in the now.
Do you create a word for each new year?
A word that you focus on for the next 365 days; something that brings you joy or pushes you to become better. I’ve been watching my friends and family share their “Word for 2019” on their social media accounts, and I have been eager to do the same, as I do every year, but nothing was speaking to me.
I was a prisoner to my own mind. When you feel physical or emotional pain, you have space where you go (in your mind) or words that you use to comfort and soothe yourself.
At the root, my story does not differ from any other birth mother’s tale— the same heartache, loss, grief, sadness, and longing ooze from our fingertips.
Not a single day has passed, on my adoption journey, where I didn’t feel loved, accepted, and supported by these four people in my life.
It’s been almost a week and I still feel such joy in my heart. I can’t wait to continue to share my story with you all. It is a privilege!
The hole in my heart that took me years to accept is overflowing with JOY! The greatest and purest JOY and LOVE of a mother!