I was adopted when I was just three months old to a loving family and had a wonderful life. I grew up with everything I wanted and really can't complain. But I've always known I was adopted and I always felt a little bit different because of it.
Since I can remember, I've wanted to meet my birth mother and discover my background. She gave me up when she was just 14, too young to take care of me, for she was just a child herself. Not even in high school! She did the best thing she could which was to give me a better life than she could provide.
When I graduated college, I decided to reach out to the adoption agency and request my family's medical history. It was at this time that I learned that I could request that the agency reach out to her on my behalf to see if she would be interested in connecting with me. It wasn't until ten years later, when I was 30, more secure in myself and ready to know the answers, whether or good or bad, that I decided to take the leap.
She agreed to connect and we sent emails, photos and finally talked on the phone about once a week. She was confident, happy and had lived a wonderful life. The outcome of my search was more positive than I could have ever imagined.
We then decided to meet in a neutral location over lunch for the first time. To see a face that looked like mine and to hear her talk of actions and emotions similar to mine, it gave me goosebumps. Who knew that someone you hadn't been a part of your life, could impact you so much? I guess nature has a way of working things out.
Our relationship is still growing, she will never replace my adoptive mother but I do love her, just in a different way. She provided me with the most unselfish love I have ever known and I don't know how to thank her for the mature choices she made at such a young age. I'm truly grateful for having her in my life now and I am looking forward to a future with her in it.