Reconnecting With My Bio Mom: A Journey of Healing and Hope.

The moment I received the Facebook notification , my heart raced with excitement and nervous anticipation. It had been a long and emotional journey, but the day had finally come. I was going to meet my birth mother, for the very first time. When I first messaged her I genuinely thought she was never going to respond. At first I was not even 100% sure she was the same person. When I first saw her response, I threw my phone. I didn’t know how to respond to her, and I was the one who started contact.

My adoption story began shortly after my birth. I grew up in a loving and supportive adoptive family who always encouraged me to explore my roots. Over the years, I had often wondered about my birth parents, but it wasn’t until I reached adulthood that I decided to search for them. When I was a child, I had a compilcated realtionship with the idea of adoption. It was emotionally charged process that involved countless hours of research, phone calls, and navigating the intricacies of adoption records.

I had always knew my biological parents loved me and wanted what was best for me. I had learned that my birth mother, had also been curious about my life and had always been thinking about me. We had exchanged messages and pictures over the course of several months, cautiously revealing our stories and hopes. The connection we shared through these messages felt profound, and I knew that talking would be a pivotal moment in my life.

For a long time I felt like my life started at the age I was adopted. I was always told that my biological mother loved me but I never understood why I was given up. When I finally knew the whole story, it finally made sense. Knowing that you were loved and actually knowing why your life was changing so dramatically at such a young age are two very different things. Many adopted people only know the story that their adopted family told them. Being told both the story that my adopted family told me, What they thought was the truth, and what actually happened kind of changed the way I thought about adoptions. I always knew that what my biological mother thought adoption was the only way. I know understand a lot more. Much of the story that my adopted family didn't make sense. I know know that my adopted family only knew what they were telling me, They didn't know the whole story.

Our journey is ongoing, marked by moments of joy, tears and everything in between. Connecting with my biological mother has taught me that forgiveness and understanding can be powerful tools for healing. Her struggles may have shaped her past, but it doesn’t have to define her future. The triad of adoption, really does hurt every single person involved.

In connecting with my biological mother, I have come to realize that it is not always about the circumstances we find ourselves in, but the choices we make to overcome them. Our story is one of hope, resilience, and the enduring power of love. I am grateful for the opportunity to know more about her. Our journey is far from over, but it’s a journey of growth and healing. As we continue to navigate this journey together, I can feel the bond between us growing stronger with each passing day. I have learned so much about myself through this connection, and I am excited to discover what the future holds for both of us. With every conversation and shared experience, I uncover new layers of our shared history and begin to understand the complex tapestry of our lives.